I sit in my mushroom throne
surrounded by daylily courtesans.
They'll only last a day
and then I'll be tired of them
and their constant simpering.
But they can't really help themselves.
Flowers are the sex of plants, after all.
Soft petals, wet with nectar,
chasing after bees,
who are already pledged to another.
How lewd! How common!
It's no wonder I can only
tolerate them for a day
before wishing them gone!
But so long as it is summer,
there will always be more daylilies.
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