Flower Mound Backpeddles
alias a Near Cure
( C 2005 ) Josie Roberts.
THIS IS INSPIRED BY PHOTO OF BEAVERTAIL CACTUS FLOWERS.
Beaver cactus comes into my life again
It seems to believe we are an excellent blend.
Not quite perfect but shares with yellow rose
{ Of Texas } ancient musical mists & twists of do-si-dos.
I'm so sorry I know so few walkaways
That I can't say hello / goodbye with a flower.
It's a swoon thingie jinx jinx glitch quirk
Of not knowing the golden mode of innuendo flerk.
Brash wishing wishing will well near cure
But ditzy doodle bug is a poor lure --
And when fishing for compliments folks
dislike sporty ape bullshit
They just blew my strongest utmost
flower power gambit.
More like the only one, so it's embarrassing and/or lewd
But I can only admit in hospital mutual company
That this babe's got full force with bells and whistles
One of my 8 perfectos of which is claimed none exist.
I don't have a restart clause outside of high mania
Because my reconcile or bail blankety blank meters apparently are panicky.
i.e To a crushed & broken Gypsy Rose Lee
The leeway to bonk noggin please do it is
true blue merry mirth with glee.
It is politically incorrect to mix modes of expression
And off the wall is the best best description unless -- UNLESS I am their utmost desire
So I am here waiting like a thrown away beautiful flower
On a laisy daisy pushing up rainbows funeral pire.
Those last remarks gents & ladies say when not gutsy --
How could such an absurdity cross your mind?
Or even any one other than their
exact style kind of humor?
If only humor were a passion flower
our nomenclatures wouldn't recede and
there would not be this horrendous bind.
But bliss fades and angst & anguish carries the
day
Of recompense for humanity's mistakes come what may
We accidental mistake miracle along spreading flower seeds
Of cut the mustard humming soothing backpeddle quizz.
