A Collaborative Effort between me and my Creative Writing Class

Inspired and a Remix of  "Somebody Has To," "Where The Sidewalk Ends," "Forgotten Language," and "Invitation" by Shel Silverstein

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,

They're looking a little bit dull.

Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow

For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.

Have all been complaining they're tarnished and worn,

How did it go?

How did it go?