Oh Lily.
Oh Lily you do
look ill.
Since I saw they had
moved you
onto that hill
you lost your sweet
willingness.
Your frilly white dress
became ever
so yellow and now your
head looks ready
to drop.
Lily you cannot stop
living
you need to have much
stronger will.
I know Lily it may
sound silly
to you but your future
welfare
is killing me too.
I have given you tonics
to bring back your
brightest
clear skin and bought
you flower
nutritional pills
but Lily
you're failing.
You are green round
the gills
you look ailing today,
Lily I can see
you have been through
the mill
and until I can find
you a more
watered place
I am taking you home
with me Lily,
you cannot face any
more open
spaces so come
live with me for a
while,
bloom in style Lily
on my
window sill
Water-Lily should
never be
found without
feet in
damp ground.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Something really different - an engaging read dear Fay
Oh this absolutely delighted me Fay! So charming - caught me with the first line........ for all of us who speak to our plants because they are friends.
I just had to come back and read it again......... get well Lily..........
A lovely write Fay. Oh you mean lily the flower. I thought it was going to be about fag-ash Lil (whoever she was/is exactly?) lol.
Very good write Fay, I hope Lily survives.
Poor old Lily fragile on the hill
I shall pray for Lily, now that she is ill
Great write Fay nice style flows so well.
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