Flower Of Flowers, Lady Of Ladies Poem by james watkin
Flower Of Flowers, Lady Of Ladies
Come, rare gentlemen, attentive
To all of bloomage, rare.
As mumbling, stumbling isle-stepped ways
Humming's shy-screened, you fare;
Or bluster, bludgeon what grosser for
Wider-adjusted sense
Is jungly florescent inhaled
At fine critique's expense;
For to admit, in pantings, spent
Final, flopping in defeat
Orchid of your perfection's quest
Has led back to these feet.
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