Poor plastic Flower

My mother in law loves flower
This is our trial
My wife in denial
As she plants a flower

She has a brown thumb
This makes me glum
For she can’t even grow a plum

She has plastic flowers
And those took a powder
Poor plastic flower

A flower needs water
To give it power
She forget this every hour
That is why her flowers are powder

Her plastic flower had power
Until it's last hour
The vase did tower
As it was full of water
Poor plastic flower

poem by Keith Wells
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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