Fleur of liz, a stake in my memory
Like an ancient blunt sword
Dad came up with
Many vulgar words
While he held his blue thermos
In one hand
And a beer in the other
I'm sinking more and more
I am an aquatic plant.
Mom likes strawberry yogurt
But wasps come out of her mouth
My neurons synapse and
The lilies are now black
Parrot beak on my little head
She came to stay.
