The Ragtag daily prompt yesterday was A FLOWER CRIED. I had something in mind and tweaked a poem I wrote some years back, but have been slow getting it posted. And here’s a Pixabay image I found to go with it.
A flower cries.
My lovely little blossoms
have sore throats,
a swelling, I suppose,
of too much nectar.
How co-operative you are,
pretty flower, so patient with that
bumbling Doctor Buzz
in his yellow-striped coat
as he pries open your silky jaws
and pushes his portly self
deep inside.
How willingly you put up with
hairy feet tickling,
his fat nose in your tonsils.
He mumbles to himself
as he pokes among
your tender stamens.
How funny that buzzing must feel
deep in your golden throat!
At last he discovers the problem
he wants to cure:
an abscess of sweetness;
to his delight
he manages to remove it all.
Then off he flies,
always in a rush to the next
swelling throat
not even washing his feet.
Christine's Collection 
I like the idea of flowers with sore throats. Cos we all know honey is the best remedy
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For sure! 🙂
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This is a wonderful piece, Christine. I love your adjectives, and the character the bee 🙂
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Thank you. One can’t watch a bee poking itself into a snapdragon bloom without wondering how what sensations that flower must feel. 😉
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Quite an enjoyable read, thanks for tweaking 🙂
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Glad you liked it. 🙂
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This is simply delightful Christine, I love it!
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Thanks for your kind comment on my bit of nonsense verse. 🙂
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