|"Luxury Pink Oriental Lily Vase" from Fleming Florist|
I spotted a pink flower the other day
Sprouting from a crack in the sidewalk.
It was something quite amazing at first.
I stopped and stared for a moment,
And asked myself a startling question:
How could a beautiful creature exist
In between the asphalt with such bliss?
Surely the earth has a better place
For a flower that is covered in grace,
And isn't stomped on in disgraceful haste.
For this is the city of lights after all,
And I'd hate to see such elegance fall
At the mercy of a rushing businessman,
Or even worse, a lousy pick up scam.
So I walked over and politely asked:
“Beg your pardon, may I give you a hand?
She just weaved a bit in her rooted stand
I couldn't bear it any longer, and so
I gently grasped her ivory leafs,
Plucking her from the sidewalk crack.
She looked wilted and was falling apart
I needed to find her a planting pot,
But where would I begin to start?
She deserved more than ceramic clots,
Or one of those tan mediocre blots.
She deserved something matching her apparel
Something that shined in every window.
So I bought her a tall and clear vase
To compliment her long stems of lace,
And dressed her up in fine greenery
Which flattered her bouquet of finery.
She told me her name was Lily;
A name so unrequited and worthy
For she is a belle shining in the rough
Not this street rat looking so tough.
With me she stayed for many days
Recovering from those cemented slums
Till that one day she had left me
With my green thumb stuck in the mud.
I'll never forget that moment I stared
Into the eyes of a viper, entranced