ISSUES OF THE GARDEN
One Purple Pansy
With its heart shaped head
Overlapping petals
Grew In an onion bed
Pansy daily cried,
“It’s not a pleasant match”
Longing for a love
In a strong onion patch
Viola popped up
With her face and smile
Grew beside Pansy
In hopes to stay a while
Her fragrant sweet sent
And deep violet gleam
Fell in love with Pansy
Soon to make a team
An arm reached from above
Picked the onion from its life
As Pansy longed a true love
A flower for a wife
They married in the winter
The weather of the cold
To bare colors of their love
Purple, white and yellow gold
Pansy and Viola
Soon had starters of their own
Little Johnny-Jump-Ups’
Had suddenly sprout and grown
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