Lobster Woman Climber

Lobster woman climber scrambled through white lily petals of joy Their aromatic ambiance surrounded her with the means to be happy We are waiting, the violets urged her, no longer fearful of her claws She had been visiting them for many moons now, and she was careful. She still has a bit of fish smell about her, the lilacs reported to the daisies. Pollyanna-like, the daisies remained optimistic as they waited for her visit.