By Madeline Thibault
I wanted to pick daisies
To take a turn at their petals
And wonder if my love is true.
But I was stuck in a field of weeds
And the closest thing to a daisy
Was a dandelion puff.
This one had a withered head strewn
With fluffy seeds so soft and enticing,
I picked it up and wished for more daisies.
But all I got was dandelions.