An orange-capped mushroom rose up with gleam. On a wobbly green stem from a bowl of mint-green. It strutted like, "Behold me, I'm natures fine art!" Though it looked like a cocktail that fell apart. It wiggled and jiggled with watery pride, Like a fungus auditioning for a waterslide. And every droplet whispered, "Bro what are you?" But the mushroom just flexed; "I'm splash debut," So here it stands, bold, bizarre, and serene. A citrus topped legend in a bowl of mint-green.
Orange cap afloat, Green stem lifts through glassy calm. Bowl dreams it's a pond.
