The perfume from
these stolen peonies
seems extra sweet.
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(Lest you think I stalk the neighbourhood, masked, with scissors in hand looking for floral victims: the peonies in question were bending onto my driveway from a peony bush in a bed so overgrown I don’t think the neighbours even know the bush is there!).
Shawn L. Bird 
waoh! such pictures in so few lines. How amazing!
Thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
And Thanks for stopping by on my blog.
My pleasure.
– that’s what they all say 🙂
lol
And now I get to think of you as the nighttime peony thief. 🙂
It was daylight! 🙂 There are volunteer maples and weeds filling the patch; I don’t even think they know they have a peony there!
I love it! Secret peonies 🙂
😉
nice poem – even though I do not like peonies – but really great short poem (as usual)
Not like peonies?! Well.
I’m speechless.
I like this; and as I read what followed as an explanation in the brackets I saw there a second micro poem 🙂
lol
LoL 😀
You just have a way …. Wonderful 🙂
Thank you
Very funny, enjoyed the humor!
Pepper
Thanks, Pepper.