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Fiendish Flowers
Once, as I fled my pursuers,
A violent mob of whiskey brewers
Another tale, not as important
As finding that swampish sort of plant,
Racing through the marshy bog,
I squinted past the gloom and fog
And presently, I halted near
A beam of light which broke the drear
The single spotlight nourished fairly
Flowers tended by a fairy
For what did my blessed eyes behold?
But a peerless patch of marigold
They were forged orange and golden bright
Which rebuked the mire’s night
Masses of petals veiled each face
Leaked sent of honey filled the place,
I almost yielded to their charm
Then strayed a gator to my alarm
Drawn as well to the lovely plot
It slithered in the leafy knot,
What happened next haunts me today,
The static blooms were a hungry bouquet,
Each dainty ruffled golden dress,
Became toothy and blenderous,
A snatching, whirring, starving swarm,
Descended on the hopeless form,
Amidst the shrieks that chilled my blood,
Were gulps and burps come from the mud,
When all was through, no trace of kill
Were on the flower’ deceiving frill
I fled the blooms that frightened me
More so than those that hounded me,
I’ll say no more but without a doubt
Those who in chased me, never came out
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