Poinsettia, a poem by Marigold
For Christmas cheer the sepals sing
Red carols veined in holly green,
Potted plant, just do your thing,
And hide dark corners rarely seen.
In Sunday’s colours primp and preen,
With hot-house glitz, be-ribboned bling,
And over manger, gently lean,
Poinsettia, just do your thing.
Happy Holidays every one.
Awesome! You look like a ball curled like that.
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