Everybody loves a daisy
Yellow centered, white petaled daisies
We do the "they love me, they love me not" thing with them
We draw them
Give them as gifts to people we love
But have you ever smelled one?
They stink
As a matter of fact,
They smell, to me, like dog ****
But we love the stinking things anyway
We pick them off the side of the roads where I'm from
They grow everywhere here
In great, beautiful, dog **** smelling, droves
They remind me of people
Because we love things
Even though they may stink