I'm commencing a new series today--ditties about the various mania that, well, obsess us.
(obsession doggerel)
Flower Power: anthomania
Oh, you could say she loved her plants—
Much more than she loved both her aunts.
She wed herself unto a rose—
A little weird, the wise one knows.
But there’s no need to make a fuss:
She always was a prickly cuss.
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