The new frail plant
Lived in a little pot
All green and gentle
Come to me I'll make
Things right for you
First you can go in
This big roomy pot
Then I will give you
A hit of this powerful
Organic chook fertiliser
And a huge drink of water
And you will prosper
My little green thing…!
Today upon wakening
I find her all yellow
Sad and dead as
My promises to
Make her mighty
I am sad and so stupid
And I am sad that I am
So stupid
Tonight I hide
From thoughts
Of green and
Little plants that are
Grey and yellow
And dead.
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