Dear red, red poinsettia
I don’t mean to upsettia,
But folks have been messing around
With the colors your flowers expound
It might make you put up a stink
To know someone has made you pink
You could feel a little spite
To see yourself all dressed in white
And it’s shocking, but it’s true
That in some cases, you’ve become blue!
I see that you’re shaking your head,
For you really should always be red.
This blog post should always be read.
Lynniebeemuseoday 