Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #17

Somebody Stole An Iris
by Belinda Roddie

Somebody stole an iris from a pot
that sat in Missus Hathaway's front yard.
I do not know if it had bloomed or not,
but all the same, the crime was quite bizarre.
The sad old lady threw a fine old fit
and got half of the neighborhood involved.
She would not let the cops sleep for one bit
until the floral mystery was solved.
Then one morning, I saw a girl pass by,
her hair done up in curls, her cheeks bright red,
a purple iris pinned beside her eye,
the petals woven bright upon her head.
The young thief walked beside her, face aglow.
Whether he was ever caught, I don't know.

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