Anger Is The Devil’s Weed

Oh woe!

Oh no!

What a nasty foe –

I almost dropped a daisy

Drooping over the railing’s edge.

There is no doubt –

A purple pansy,

Would have knocked him out.

He will soon be wailing

At the very thought,

Though both were caught

Before they floated down

Or ever hit the ground.

His screaming tantrums

Over a flower pot,

Are just his thoughts.

And his baseless deeds –

For what he sows

Is what he feeds –

And his ranting rage

Is like the devil’s weed.

Oh sigh!

My flowers do not ~

Have wings to fly.

And if they did,

They would surely try

To bring some sunshine

From the sky!

Valerie Hayes

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