Certain daisies do well in the shade.

Other daisies only tolerate it.

Some flowers are jealous of the Daisy.

They can't stand the heat, but try to imitate it.

The blanda looks like a daisy, but it's blue.

It languishes by mid morning, much less by noon,

Unless it's planted in a shady garden

Where it's sips its water as if by straw,

Just like Lily, skipping work again,

Drinking gin and tonics, watching Law and Order.

But far be it from the roses to ever judge.

They sit aloof, protected by their thorns.

They have bushes dotted with everything from tight knit buds,

To blossoms open wide for every bee!

Their scent wafts royal, above all else,

Except the magnolia tree.

There's no need for inimity between the flowers,

For we all have our certain places.

We all have our particular admirers

Of our particular body types and faces.

And if there are other fishes in the sea,

Certainly, there are plenty of bees

To go around.

-jenn