Morning Glory
Her face may show a rosy blush
Peering through a favorite bush.
Perhaps you'll greet with great delight
This newcomer dressed in purest white
Miss Morning Glory, sweet and lush.
Well known as bind-weed, Nature's thug.
She sidles up with gentle hug
Then follows with a deadly squeeze
And takes her neigbor's life with ease.
She is more evil than the slug.
So if you see a pretty vine,
With lovely blossom, so benign
Beware and with your garden knife
Take this imposter's wicked life.
Let greedy slugs upon her dine.
If you should choose to let her stay,
She will not ever go away.
She'll use your favorites for suppport
And bend them in a strange contort.
With their very lives they're forced to pay.
Your helpless beauties cannot shun
This grim tormentor and can't run.
As this anaconda steals their breath
They'll die a most distressful death.
Death by constriction isn't fun.
For "Flower" contest
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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