Excuse me, ma’am
Or sir
Or dog
But could you spare a drop?
I need no dam
For sure
No bog
Just please, won’t you please stop?
I mean no insult
To state
Remind
‘Twas you who placed me here.
For what result?
I say.
Mankind
Wishes me dead, I fear.
I’d love to grow.
I think
You think
That’s what I sit here for.
But dried leaves show
I drink
I shrink
Where roots will soak no more.
oh cruel worl’
to see that gurl
doesn’t give a single dime
unless she can make it rhyme…
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And yet, I will
Not water, still.
I’d save what we earned
If I stopped buying ferns.
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We could avoid this urge to water
If we accept we really oughtta
Without any fuss
Buy a cactus
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Methinks you win.
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Not really about winning, is it, more the raking part!!
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Lovely poem
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Hey, thanks! 🙂
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