And in a quarter of an hour
The call was all but concluded
With the scent of a flower
A fragrance that was secluded
A Willow, a Galore by name
What a pussy really means
Given to have such fame
With pinks, yellows, and greens
Perfumed and very fragrant
Alive with murmured whispers
Something alive and vibrant
The last heartbeat considers
In the essence of the power
Take it as it must be done
Climbing the trellis of a tower
After the setting of the sun
And the feelings were so aesthetic
It was about love I do suppose
Electromagnetism was very kinetic
The door on it could never close