Midday in the Garden of Dandelions and Tulips
A Simple Flower Garden
All Of The Flowers, Their Leave Were Just Flyin
When They Saw Two Lips Kissed By A Tall Dandy Lion.
The Tall Flower Stood As Tall As Can Be.
He Said “Ms. Lips, Will You Marry Me?”
A Little Bird Nearly Fell From Its Nest.
Ms. Lips Look Up, Smiled And Said “Yes.”
Rose Mary Smiled And Stuck Out Her Steam
“I Always Had A Feeling ‘Bout Them.
I See Their Future, If They Don’t Forbid
With A Family That Raises Pets, Bugs, Or Kids.
They’ll Look Just Like Them And Call Her Mommy.
I Can Hear Them Now As They Call Him Poppy.”
A Wedding Was Set On Top Of The Hill.
May Not Seem Mush But It Was A Big Daffy Deal.
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David E. Perry
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