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wicked little daffodil
dancing for the sun
she likes you plenty little weed
but autumn soon shall come
and then my pretty little sap
sweet sun will hide her face
and my lovely petalled one
you then become my case
its first your color i’ll extract
for yellow is not mine
a tasteful grey for you perhaps
you blasted little vine
and now your life i must consume
i do so with great lust
you gnarled, shriveled sorry stem
are now but wasted dust
but wait
oh god
a seed a bud
the sun she comes again
the pretty shiny waxy leaves
now spring where i have sprung
and slowly, yes a bud does bloom
its creamy yellow flesh
now pouring out, now spilling down
now ruining my doom
unfolding petals laugh at me
and show their lusty hues
as breezy perfumed winds swirl round
i sense the damming news
and now their dance of stormy spring
and now their summer splendor
alas poor bud i’ll wait till fall
when death again i’ll render!