The One True Poppy ?

I am the one true poppy

The one in Flanders’ fields.

Surrounded here by “wannabe”s

At last my patience yields.

I’m falling prey to apoppyplexy.

Helpless as I am,

Rooted in the ground like this

I’m truly in a jam.

But look at my frustration

The lesser poppies bloom

And I am forced to bear their smirks

While I am filled with gloom.

You see that Missy Paleface

Deceitful all in white?

And what about Pink Poodle?

Her hairdo is a fright.

The crackpots growing opium

Are gossiping again.

Do they not know their sticky juice

Is going to fry their brain?

The bugs may crawl upon my face

My pollen’s falling down,

But I’m the only real one here

And I should wear the crown.


Pink Poodle


Miss Paleface





29 thoughts on “Apoppyplexy

  1. shoreacres

    One of my favorite flowers is our native white prickly poppy, but I love poppies generally, and even have some china with poppy decals. This is such a treat of a post — images and words, both. Thanks!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. wordsfromanneli Post author

      I actually like the white, pink, and purple ones better than the plain red ones. Maybe that’s why I took on the voice of that one, pouting about being “ordinary.” your poppy china is something I would probably like a lot.


  2. Pat

    I think they all look better when they’re in the company of others. Nothing like a good riot of color. I’m glad you give in to these urges, they’re always fun! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s