you know, gators are green,
and sort of brown, from bayou
water which provides a sheen;
and I picked a flower for you.

why didn't you like it?
it came from the heart!
I admit, it didn't fit,
but it played its part.

see, flowers are grown,
with the utmost of care.
and I like when you moan
when I pull on your hair.

xxx

for my love, TROUT.