Forced Zinnias Poem by Ima Ryma

A bouquet of zinnias we be,
Freshly grabbed to help celebrate
A wedding anniversary.
Hubby being quite the cheapskate,
Picked us from a neighbor's front yard,
Hastily from the flower bed.
He didn't even buy a card.
Purple and orange and pink and red,
The blossoms of us Hubby stole,
And ran us next door to his place
To placate Wifey as his goal,
Jamming us all into a vase.

Apparently with allergies,
We're splattered with a Wifey sneeze.