A child's perspective on Mother's Day flower gifts, personal property laws and sustainable alternatives. In verse. A poor imitative tribute to Shel Silverstein. They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. No Flowers for Mama
i wanna by sum flowers for my mama
cuz flowers are pretty and so is she
i asked her what kind she liked and she smiled
"save your pennies, honey and pick some wildflowers for me."
I wuznt sure 'bout wild flowers.
Maybe they might yell or bite?
Or go potty on our floor?
what if they put up a fight?
Then i spied the neighbors two-lips
growing tall, all pink and red
i spied the neighbor watchin' me
so i kicked a stone instead
i told dad i liked his roses
fluffy, yellow and open wide
dad sed if i picked his roses
he'd tan my little hide
my sister got some or-kids
from her boyfriend mike
but if I tried to steal some
she'd back up over my bike
i went for a walk with grampa
we saw lady slippers and tri-lee-yum
but grampa sed it was 'gainst the law
to pick either of 'em
well here was me all sad and glum
no bloom could i put my eye on
then I saw a bokay lyin all around
a field of golden Dandy Lion!
(My poor imitative tribute to Shel Silverstein. His reference to wild strawberries and their arguably untame ways was too good not to expound on.
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