This little flower
is not blue and has no yellow heart.
It has no heart at all,
And instead of a slender green stem
There is a barbed wire stalk
Covered with tiny biting thorns.
I pick the blooms constantly
And scatter them throughout my home
Some in vases, and some just scattered so that
when encountered, those thorns will do the worst damage,
Only to me, of course, only to me.
I can't help reaching out my hand
to touch a petal, so pretty...
But my fingers always find the thorns instead.