The Unbeaned Flower

Yellow beans and baked flowers
willow leaves and raked our
will-to treet intake hours
with no ease in faked dials
tell who needs an ache now or
sell for pleasing “itch ow purr”
then you sweep me without hurt.
Been some weary Willow learns
Willow, with me fill no turns:
water, kiss the heart-leaf fern.

“Yello!”
“Willy,
with your fern,
will you marry
till the end?”
“We just—“
“Steal my ring.”
“Heh, 'kay then;
Love your weird and way out shirt.”
“Got yours here with dayflowers.”