Conversations With Flora
I've had several interesting conversations with my old friend Flora.
I delight in chatting with her kith and kin of which there's a plethora!
I suppose you think that she is an elderly aunt of mine,
But folks, the flora I speak of are my plants and climbing vine!
The latest fad is to chat with plants, mind you nothing profound,
So I decided to check it out and here is what I found.
I'm sure I baffled them with the nonsense I was relaying,
But I sensed some of the replies that to me they were conveying!
'Twas awkward to talk with grumpy Mrs. Mountain Phlox.
She wanted to be alone and thought me a boring chatterbox!
I made racy comments about the beauty of Madam Tiger Lily.
She castigated me for being a cad and thought me rather silly!
I tried to strike up a conversation with Miss Purple Iris,
But she shunned me as though I had some dreadful virus!
I tactlessly remarked upon the black eye of Black-eyed Susan.
She retorted, "Watch it fella, you're cruisin' for a bruisin!"
I had a smashing tete-a-tete with Hyacinth, Violet and Rose;
Colorful ladies who told risque jokes that kept me on my toes!
Having dialogue with flora can be a bit "thorny" at times, although,
'Tis more enlightening than jawing with certain folks I know!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2010
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