Flower—A Triolet

I’ve brought you a flower, he said,
so you will smile, be lucky,
you can see it here from your bed,
I’ve brought you a flower, he said.
When you settle your hot hot head,
you can see it—you won’t feel so yeucky.
I’ve brought you a flower, he said,
so you will smile, be lucky.

Polly Stretton © 2012

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