Thursday, June 2, 2022 Pressing Business

I got a bee in my bonnet about pressing some flowers after seeing an ad for making bookmarks with them.

But the bee wasn’t done yet. It was buzzing around my head saying, “Write a poem! Write a poem!” So I obeyed the bee.

I picked some juicy bleeding heart
I cut a few of its leaves
The freshest pink, Creator’s art
Pressed between the sheaves

Next ‘twas boldfaced pansies
Colors of purple and gold
Delightful silken fancies
Flattened ‘til they’re old

Lily of the Valley!
With delicate perfume brushed,
The leprechaun O’Malley
Will weep to see you crushed

In flower press academic
These lovelies have been laid
Time will make them poetic
E’en as their colors fade

Be happy they were selected,
These denizens of the yard,
For they’ll be resurrected
On a bookmark or a card

I should probably delete this before leprechaun O’Malley finds out I used his name in a poem.