magical poem

Magical

The blue swirls seem to stand out on my bedspread
Are they flowers?
Something more magical I think
That one over there,
The one on the left
Once was a gorgeous lily
That lived on the bedside
Of the queen herself
Until it was captured
By the evil IKEA recruiters

The huge one on the upper right,
Yes that’s the one!
Was a male orchid
Always teased and made fun of
For he was the most delicate, graceful
Flower of them all
He lived miserably
Then one day
When I witch walked by the pond
And saw his true potential
He was used in the witches most coolest spells until one day the recruiters
Found him too!
Such a sad little story
Hmmm… oh look! A red blanket