After seeing my mixed bouquet in Cee’s daily flower challenge, Forgottenman challenged me to write a poem making use of the name of every flower in the bouquet. Okay F-man, here it is. I rise to every challenge!!! (The names of the flowers in the bouquet are in bold print.)
Zinnia was the fairest maid the town had ever grown.
She flirted with the mill boy and claimed him as her own.
She rose and fed their baby with a silver spoon
each morning as her husband lay abed ’til noon.
To wake him up, she lay their child well within his reaches.
He woke to that sweet baby’s breath-—just redolent of peaches.
Brushing off her flour-dusted lover, Zinnia sent him on his way
to grind more grain for townsfolk who had the means to pay,
for although her dusty miller was not the working kind,
true love will not buy Gerbers nor diaper a behind.
Here is the bouquet again:
Bouquet of zinnias, roses, baby’s breath, dusty miller, Gerber daisies. jdb photo
Another response to Cee’s daily flower prompt.