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On Being a Weed
I am but a little weed in my soul
Being adopted, domesticated,
potted. Now 'weeded' and cultivated
They call me a flower. Little daisy
Do wash your pretty face, ears, and behind
Don't play with naughty boys, act a lady
Go to Sunday school with your grandmother
Learn the memory verses, then tell grandpa
Be nice at school, learn perfect penmanship
Grow up to be ladylike, what they want
I'll follow their rules, daisy I'm not. But
I'll act my own weed-at-heart when I'm grown
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Photo and Poem Copyright © 2012 and 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
2012 Photo was a part of this Jim's Little Blog post:
I'm linked with Rommy at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads,
Weeds in the Garden (link). She wants us to have a 'Weed' poem.
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Labels: Flowers, Irregular Ode, Personal-Challenge-2016, Poem, Real Toads, Syllabic Form, Weeds, women