When florals flexes arm
I'm up for the contest
All petals are petrified
I'll garner strength upon strength
Thorns shuddered,
They're scattered.
The ground beneath groaning
Frightened of the great day
The competition is drawing nigh
The earth with tremors trembles
Thorns shuddered!
They're scattered!
''She's here to contend The Title.'' Say they
They're wrong but right,
I'm the next Petite Contest Winner.
©phyllrype
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