Would getting another be a sin?
There’s always a bit of space to ram one in!
Another plant! Just one plant more!
(There’s always room upon the floor)
I beg, I plead, I hypnotize:
“Look d-e-e-ply into my eyes”
That Sundew there upon your List
Surely that one would not be missed?
I shake and tremble as I pant,
“I gotta have that pitcher plant!”
I wonder what the price could be?
I swear its smiling right at me!
Never mind what others say
Who needs windows anyways!?
And there nothing quite as sweet
As the smell of freshly wetted peat
I’m not fussy, I’ll take any
And like you said, you’ve got too many!
(Although I wonder if I could sleep in bed
With a Nepenthes bongso above my head)
No matter! Send it quick and soon
I’m growing pale, my senses swoon
Depressed and listless, sad and bleak
I haven’t had a plant all week!