With a bucket full of surrealism
I meandered toward the brook.
To fetch some water, for my daisy,
which had a polypetalous look!
My surroundings were extraneous
and somewhat out of sync.
But I sforzando my way on the path
For my afflatus daisy, needed a drink.
But I was feeling xenon and bloated
and needed to hurry with my task.
Or my daisy’s ontology roots,
would be needing an oxygen mask.
Hemistich, I don’t know what to say,
I’ve found her altered upon my return.
A metempsychosis transformation;
my daisy is now a fern!
Gold trophy winner
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