Roses are presidential,
Violets are in my stew,
My night is calm,
And so are you.
Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
Lines are straight,
And so is your hair.
Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
The run is long,
And so are your legs.
Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
Your light is grey,
And so are your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
Your diet is fat,
And so are your arms.
Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
Your picture is pretty,
And so is your smile.
A moonlight is beautiful,
Just like you.
YOU ARE READING
Incoherent Poetry
PoetryPoetry that serves to clash tonally and ideally with the objective that a new tone, genre, or coherency (some semblance of sense at all) can be made from throwing different ideas together in a bizarre gathering of words.
