A cactus plant is there,

At the corner,

Of my room,

Sometimes it does dispel my gloom.


Even though thorny the cactus is,

It’s beauty is still in one piece,

I wonder at times,

Entertaining us is what it does before demise.


Perhaps a haven for some bugs the cactus is,

Who deem it to be a wonderful bliss!

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