She’s mine!
She is a comely gal, mindful though,
but then she’ll munch and crunch happily.
Goodness gracious!
She’s persistent, for sure, proudly too.
She’ll be on the prowl, then strike quickly.
Goodness gracious!
She’ll see a visitor, and she’ll wink.
There’s an opportunity, but no.
Goodness gracious!
She’ll sulk for a couple of hours,
but then she’ll open her pretty mouth.
Goodness gracious!
She will try her luck again, grinning.
You see, she is a Venus fly-trap.
Goodness gracious!
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For Colleen Chesebro‘s #TankaTuesday #48 – 20 January 2026 where this week’s host Melissa Lemay’s invitation is to follow poet Marianne Moore’s syllabic pattern in one of her poems.
I chose the pattern of 9-syllable lines and a 4-syllable refrain.
luna's on line 
A very lovely poem for the Venus fly trap.
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Pretty plant and excellently rhymed! 🤗💖
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Oh, Chris, I have always wanted one of those plants, but I’m put off doing so because it needs rainwater — tap water with all its chemicals apparently kills it.
I love this poem.
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A fun poem!
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green oooh
luscious
and chewy
soft and gooey
once into the brisk
she got stuck and whisked away!
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A lovely poem, Chris.
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We killed ours pretending to be flies, so it starved and died.
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I love her Chris!. My own little shop of horrors! 😱
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Very clever!!
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