My summer garden
enchants everyone
who looks upon,
O' beautiful blooms
of fragile beauties
in striking colors,
A vine of trumpets
alluring pink flowers
with a hidden interior
of bright sunshine,
And some hibiscus
in exotic tangerine
with tongues adorned
in tiny yellow beads,
And some geraniums
in passionate hot pink,
So this summers day
I'm sitting amongst
those lovely flowers
untangling my hair
When a little creature
of mythology flew past
And very fast actually
seconds later returning
Tiny wings fluttering,
fluttering and fluttering
a hundred miles an hour
Yet, suspended there
admiring a geranium
A passionate hot pink
And so close, so, so close
looking at me, and says,
"Your flowers, I do admire"
And then quickly flew away
"Oh, little hummingbird,
Sweet little hummingbird
Will you return someday?"

His self-portrait's quite alluring
and screams desperation
Wonder why he felt desperate?

Perchance money, fame, romance
Or an urgent need for medication?
Suppose we shall never know..

"The Desperate Man" 1844-45
By artist, provacateur
Jean Courbet

Silly me, someone left a very large box
With an assortment of books outside
And I could've brought them inside
And proclaimed them for my very own
Only I didn't,  and now rain has fallen

Say something sweet
Like this beautiful compliment
   You look nice today!

Someday a prince from an isle of unicorns
will come and plant me many sweet roses
Around the grounds and upon the hills,
and plant some even pretty pink roses
underneath those weeping willow trees
and some white roses around the pond
Each day, I shall place them in some vases
and enjoy them inside the castle, too
Oh, there's a vampire at my window!

Morning Mister Wasp
Today is a gorgeous day
Thanks for stopping by

At this moment I'm so happy and content;
as a sleepy kitten lying on a window seat,
purring, purring, purring and dreaming,
perhaps dreaming of warm sweet cream,
and chasing ***** of grandmother's yarn