A simple poem about a sunflower
Cinquain Poem about a sunflower?
Do your own damn homework! What do I look like a poem machine? (Giggles) Im kidding. Cinquain's are a pain in the ****... I lose my attention span after the third line.
Sunflower
Yellow, happy, fuzzy, green
it bends and reaches drinks and leans
makes me smile and glow a bit
sunflower
(They grow best in big old piles of cow sh*it.)
Im sorry, I had to... I don't like metered poetry. I write prose!
Reply:Sunflower
The flower that
follows the sun
does so even
in cloudy days.
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