Polka Flowers Poem by michael Smajda

Polka Flowers



When I turned on my record player
And played polka music last night,
Well, to my utter amazement,
I could not believe this odd sight.
The petals of every flower
Were, in beat, waving to and fro,
Seemingly, all budding with joy.
Something, I thought you should know!

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