Patricia came through the Post -
She didn't moan.
She didn't Groan
but she was not fussed about all the
Polystyrene Snails & the Paper Trails.
At least the Cardboard Box was
Gagging for Water & the Air in her Leaves
she pulled up her Sleeves
& Drank - She drank alot,
Then it was time to Breath again &
She Stretched out to the Silent Chatter
on the Window Ledge
& took a Leap.
It was decided it was time for a Nap - so She went to Sleep.
In her sleep her Leaves once
Mottled & Unseemly
New Shoots Spurted & Wavered
Two days enough in a slight Draft
& down to the Garden she Grew,
In Filtered rays of Laughter
that Tinged her Slim Stems
as the Sun found the Shade that she was in.
Those Strangled Leaves that had
laid down in the Post
Began to Straighten & Ironise to
a Happy Green
& that's how Patricia wanted to be Seen.
Inspired by the Mr Men Books
of Roger Hargreaves.