Don't Pick the Flowers

Prompt words in red.

His temper is incendiary.

The hump on his back like a dromedary.

His avarice knows no bounds.

Cheap with his dress,

plastic buckle, no less,

the soles of his shoes held with glue.

If you trespass to pluck

scarlet flowers, good luck,

the collapse of that plan will be quick.

His wrath will expand,

your friendship be banned,

all for the want of a posy.

The Versesmith