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Plant and Plaint
So from the pressing cries, “With me, with me!
Do spurn all other suitors; be my mate!
Attention’s valves constrict, and from the sea
Of being do choose me to germinate!”
The fauna cry with blooded, frantic plea
And quickened pulse, and leap with lust and hate.
The flora simply burgeon urgently,
And do not seem to dally with their fate.
It’s underneath the gorgeous pageantry
Of leaf and bloom (for what they truly be
Is solar cell and billboard) that they rate
The wins and losses of their gametry.
They drink of sun and store the starch to sate,
They’re also served, who only stood to wait.
Do spurn all other suitors; be my mate!
Attention’s valves constrict, and from the sea
Of being do choose me to germinate!”
The fauna cry with blooded, frantic plea
And quickened pulse, and leap with lust and hate.
The flora simply burgeon urgently,
And do not seem to dally with their fate.
It’s underneath the gorgeous pageantry
Of leaf and bloom (for what they truly be
Is solar cell and billboard) that they rate
The wins and losses of their gametry.
They drink of sun and store the starch to sate,
They’re also served, who only stood to wait.
Ha, I like the subversion of that last line from the well-known one. Nice sonnet form, rhymes are all clean, and the rhythm only has a couple of very minor forced spots. I like the way it points out that a lot of the beauty of the animals and plants in the world is really not meant for us at all, though in some cases our admiration is to their benefit.