My Plants

I gave my plants a haircut.
They looked scraggly and wild;
But if they could express themselves,
I’m sure I’d be reviled.

‘Cause they don’t look much better now.
In truth, they’re looking worse.
Instead of an improvement,
I took two steps in reverse.

The half a dozen plants I own,
Lined on my windowsill,
Are there to add a little green
And so they fit the bill.

But when I do compare them
To all others I have seen,
I realize that the thumbs I have
Are anything but green.

Perhaps I should give up –
Admit it’s all a big mistake.
I’ll ditch my plants and buy instead
Some new ones that are fake.

I know it would be cheating
If I’m sticking to the letter,
But I do think that plastic plants
In my hands, might look better!