I know what I’ll add to my motley next year,
Those delicate, frail, paper like beauties dear,

I don’t know how I could have missed them this year,
Because every time I see them elsewhere, they bring me so much cheer,

For one thing, they are so pretty,
So fragile yet so gritty,

Their forlorn look can lock your gaze,
Their balmy, ethereal look never fails to amaze,

I love the fact that they are so flimsy,
Yet so firm as to engulf you in their fantasy