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Oops...A Daisy

Would a Dandelion fight a Tigerlily?
I know that it sounds quite silly.
But questions of flowers really must
Be examined and be discussed.

Have Marigolds ever been mined?
What about Silver Lace Vines?
Who rings the Bluebells at high noon?
Can Trumpet Vines hold a tune?

Would Balloon Flowers soar unabated
If Rock Roses didn't keep them weighted?
Do Baby's Breath flow from Tulips?
Do Sunflowers droop mid-eclipse?

Do Poppies prefer to be next to Mums?
Where did Creeping Virginia really creep from?
Are Foxgloves made of Queen Anne's Lace?
Do Lady's Slippers leave tracks or trace?

Do Sword Lilies cut to the death
When faced with Snapdragon's fire breath?
Do Black-Eyed Susans look and spy,
While Wallflowers act all shy?

Do Passion Flowers flirt without restraint,
Causing Primroses to swoon and faint?
Do Coffee Plants pair with Tea Roses?
Would they help your friend, if she dozes?

Do Impatiens in your garden grow,
Angry to wait, if grown to slow?
Can you take a Pitcher Plant,
And into a Buttercup, decant?

I hope all the puns, you will pardon-
But it makes you think, "What's in my garden?"
Maybe the flowers will surprise
When looked with more creative eyes?

Perhaps when not watched nor collected,
Flowers behave unexpected?
I guess this just goes to show-
You don't always reap what you sow...

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