Thursday, April 24, 2008

Oh Dorothy.

Oh Dorothy.
Why do you do this to me?
You laying there, so perfect.
Almost perfect.
Putting poppies in may ruin how stunning you are.
But you are not Dorothy without poppies.
And without poppies you won't have your downfall.

Oh, clever Dorothy.
How did you turn this into the downfall of Sarah?

*shakes fist*

1 comment:

Kay said...

There are poppies all around me here. They grow all through the grasses, along the roadsides, inthe railway tracks. I wonder...

Go for a clear, bright red. Sometimes I paint mine too dark. You will do better, I can't wait to see them.