The Flower

This is the seed that,

Started to grow that,

Grew and grew that,

Thus became a flower.

This flower was so pretty that,

A boy who loved a girl that,

Saw the flower that,

Just sat there, he picked it up.

The boy gave her the flower that,

Contained a bee in it that,

When the girl smelled it, that,

She thus was stung.

She gave him a slap that,

Hit him so hard that,

Went through his face that,

Finally killed him.

He was finally buried that,

She started to cry that,

Watered the seeds that,

Lay on his grave.

This is the seed that,

Started to grow that,

Grew and grew that,

Thus became a flower.

©1983 Judi Clarke