If you seduce with sadness,

A sympathy card will grow

Where you think there should be an ear of corn,

But instead of corn silk flowing in the wind,

Grief will rear it's ugly head,

Thorns and thistles.

But thistle makes a charming tea,

Medicinally favored by many,

And flavored with honey

And just a bit of chicory root,

You may find it's you who's being seduced 

By some very happy flowers.

And yes, your corn silk may still be blue,

But your ears may be blushing soon,

In a disarming tint of violet.

-jenn