See, what happened here was that the trees flowered
before I could get any pretty flowers in the pot.
Nature pre-empted me.
Or the other story is that there was a flowerpot
bomb that somehow found it's way to our back deck,
put there by gay Al-Queda operative suicide lawn
robots.
Frankly I like the second version. Much more exciting.
Yah, that's what happened. I swear.
