Blue Daisy
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Up with the sun, put coffee to brew
Inside my mouth, some sticky night goo
Standing in housecoat with fuzzy house shoes
Starting my day, as always I do
Down with a cup, feeling like new
Stepped onto my porch, that first morning view
Something was odd, some weird bugaboo
There must have been paint in the heavy night dew
Next to my house, by my wandering jew
My once yellow daisies had all turned light blue
Even my houseplants, my once green bamboo
Was now a blue green of the ugliest hue
So I cut them all down, in a rage I flew
Hacking and chopping, like I'd lost a screw
Roses and hostas and yes, daisies too
But I saved a bouquet, Here! These are for you.
June 20 2017
by Daniel Turner
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017
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