False Asphodel Poem by Ima Ryma

A false asphodel I be named,
A plant living 'long the west coast
Of North America, now famed
For a secret I now can boast,
Thanks to the humans finding out
That my pretty white flowers do
Entice insects that be about,
And then my stalk acts as a glue.
The bugs come on me and get stuck,
And then are forced to stay for lunch,
Mine that is, as I have potluck
Eating bugs in plantiful munch.

Humans never noticed before,
I am a rare plant carnivore.