Daily Topping 4/14/22

BOB HAS TAKEN OVER THE WPA! INFO IS CENSORED!

A poem!

Vase ___________ The jug sits on the table Ever still blooms are serene They seem to tell they're own fable As they remember the blue and the green In a garden we grew In a farm by a hill Our wishes were few Our dreams fulfilled

One day we bloomed Prettiest of all From that day we were doomed And we could only fall

Cut off from our roots Taken afar There we learned the truths We traveled by train and car

We reached a store There we all met Our hearts felt sore We longed to be wet And face harsh sun To watch rabbits run

We were arranged nicely

Ever so fine We were very pricy Looking divine

Now in this vase we rot Petals falling Admired? Not.

These are our tales Of sadness and wails Of how everything fails