A Beautiful Plant Is Like Having A Friend About The Place



I feel at liberty having you here,

Sitting unassumingly,

In the corner of my lounge. 

Free to cavort naked as my mother bore me,

While you remain firm and sure,

Spurning your chances to,

Remark upon my togs. 

Your bare coat at no time results,

In you objecting, should I open a window or two?

You never shudder or tremble. 

Sometimes I hear you brush,

Tacitly, against my restful sage lounge walls.

Never do you interrupt as I prattle,

On and on and on and on,

About frivolous issues.

I furnish you with drink,

As you, tender the finishing touches to my parlour. 



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