oh yes I have today;
I don’t find this plant so healing.
Red welts on my skin a peeling.
The spikes do not love me.
For a bumper sticker queried,
About this lovely, bright bouquet,
“Have you hugged your aloe today?”
What the hey?
What else to say?
I must rush right out this hour,
And buy this loving, healing plant;
But this hug was from a sycophant.
Now I see.
This is but mockery.
The salesman’s frothing lips aspray,
With virtuous wonders to be told,
And ardor for this weed extolled,
I was caught.
I bought without a thought.
I didn’t understand nor grasp,
This bumper’s schtick was to employ,
but not to teach me joy.
twas just an oxymoron.