A cactus in a plastic *** all year ‘round beauty skips.
But to its own advantage, so too, do snails and thrips.
Its outward look gives not the eye the pleasure eyes demand.
It even spitefully responds to its caretaker’s hand.
However, once in a blue moon (If you’ll pardon the cliché)
Sun kissed jewels emerge to show their bountiful array!
Other plants all year ‘round blossom, showing off their prize
But the cactus reveals an unforseen beauty hidden in its guise.
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
A cactus in a plastic *** all year ‘round beauty skips.
But to its own advantage, so too, do snails and thrips.
Its outward look gives not the eye the pleasure eyes demand.
It even spitefully responds to its caretaker’s hand.
However, once in a blue moon (If you’ll pardon the cliché)
Sun kissed jewels emerge to show their bountiful array!
Other plants all year ‘round blossom, showing off their prize
But the cactus reveals an unforseen beauty hidden in its guise.
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