Heathcote Offers a Solution

Privately Peony practiced the art of purple magic Reaching into her ruffian wand, Lingering lovingly for a second or two Outrageous? Sure. Ostentatious? She hoped so! Further down in the feathery contraption Under a peacock’s underlying ribbon of worth Bringing a bright bubble of blue into the air Ruffian wand wrote ridiculous on her forehead No one had dared do that in Nam City Kindnesses of knights would have nixed this Coneflower her creative sister tried to explain Antagonizing Peony in the process Heathcote heard and had his hardy opinions Look said Lavender, stay out of it! Simmering softly, Heathcote wrote to Peony Guess what? She grabbed his idea up! No one else helped me north or south! I appreciate your ideas, Heathcote. Oh sure! Said Coneflower, take that ogre’s ideas. They were enemies, she and that Neanderthal.