by Penelope Bishop
They prune the flowers the way they like,
With the shears, sharp as knives,
They look beautiful, they cut off all the thorns.
But soon enough, the flowers wilt,
They must’ve snipped enough to kill,
What a shame, they really were a pretty sight.
When Penelope’s not reading about make-believe worlds, she’s probably writing about them. Whether it’s in the form of poetry or a story, she’s always deep into some new project. She hopes to one day have a book published so people can enjoy her work as much as she enjoys others’.