Flower For a Home
The lily
is the flower for a home.
But Californian poppies
make me feel so home sick
Roses make me angry,
and any flower from Britain
Is a flower for a whore.
But lilies
Are flowers for a home,
The kind you keep around,
The kind you take home
to mother.
Lilacs
grow from wood,
And I don't like a pushy lady
Daisies grow from corpses,
and life is deathly enough,
without Deaths baby.
But lilies,
Lilies are home makers.
The only flower for me.
You can keep all else,
But surely I will keep
My flower,
my own,
my Lily.
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