Flower Picking

I plucked a flower from the ground
It was the nicest one around
But it let out an angry sound
Cried, “Mister, please, just put me down!”

I jumped and gasped and cried out “Oops!”
I started shaking in my boots
I dropped the flower, but no use
It cried, “I still can’t feel my roots!”

I could not bring myself to wait
I ran, and left it to its fate
That’s why I’m in this awful state
And have no flowers for our date

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