From a summit a handsome Hornet flies down to a garden and he hears a cryptic cry of a dainty wild Buttercup. <br />'I am sorry that I am not a virgin anymore' flower nagged. <br />'It doesn't make any difference to a Flirtatious who prefers a variety of flavor? ' replied the honest hornet. <br />The old Chauvinist gardener who repents? <br />'What is the use of searching a virgin flower in the summer while the mischievous hornets flutter? '<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sullen-flower-and-a-sultry-hornet/
