Flower 3

In flower’s noisy popularity lies it charm for majority, my fever fleeing when it is detached: A couple helping that has been mismatched, To their mouths lifted and delicately kissed like something just found long missed, I with a misgiving that it might disappear And me torture before it does reappear, Going ahead to place one under lock and key Almost like a ship tied to a quay. Even in its name Is something of fame, Very nice to pronounce Impossible to renounce, My daughter to keep bearing it, Until it’s her turn for the pit: A hope it shall her fetch contentment And perchance a plush appointment, From someone with a flight of fancy Who knows!, some very rich lady Nancy? Decorators want it in the hall like Jesus had desired Paul For being a moveable sight on a table And a coiling wonderment round a cable: The consoling bundle by a bed. Upon which has been led a dead, Mourners filing in with a less sorrowful look, Their becalmed nerves almost a readable book… Has none of the features of the foul Not what one would see and want to howl. The Heavens, I know, have reflected on Flower And what to say wouldn’t take an hour Quite a lot shall end up sharing with us And I don’t see this causing any fuss “Tender hearts swayed by it stop their cry Fast making up their minds their tears to dry. They would on every flower rivet their eyes Ready to buy it if you’d name your price, Their breasts first hitting it with a zeal, Their hands making it a superb meal”.