Wild Flower Garden - Poem by Connie Yost
He complimented Primrose on her classy color tone.
He heard the Live-for-Evers tell a story of their own.
Remember Johnny-jump-up in the wild flower garden?
His style may necessitate a floral neighbor's pardon.
This morning in the dewy dawning, Johnny bopped around,
And next to Spotted Touch-me-not he finally settled down.
'Don't cuddle up so close to me, ' said claustrophobic Not,
'You're always moving aimlessly, please find another spot! '
'I'm sorry', answered Johnny, 'I'll look for Bouncing Bet.'
And so he did and found she was the cutest neighbor yet.
She told him that a Knotweed got all tied and tangled up.
He thought she was as sunny as a yellow Buttercup.
So, John told Betty his concerns about the green-eyed cat,
'She showed up early yesterday and sat down where she's at.
She doesn't seem to exercise although I think she should,
That brainy Mad-dog Skullcap says she's only paint and wood! '
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