cactus

I brought a poor little cactus
That needed TLC
It was looking very broken
After its third degree

It sat in a pinch of soil
As dry as Martian dust
It needed peace and quiet
And its daily crust

It had many broken needles
And was lacking a healthy shine
It had been shut up in the darkness
Where it had been confined

They’d asked it many questions
It didn’t know a lot
It was quite unsatisfactory
So they returned it to its pot

It was such a poor little beggar
That had been cast out
It was up for a quick sale
From the bottom shelf

But really it’s a best buy
Soon it will grow high
Forgetting its mistreatment
Growing up to the sky