There once was a girl named Vuylstekeara.
She wanted to be queen, but lacked a tiara.
Vuyle was only a peasant, with dreams for the future,
'til she met the handsome prince, in a local market super!
They were gazing at orchids, and she bumped into him,
and elope did they, to the Land of Cypripedium.
When they returned to their home in Masdevallia,
to the reception, they invited all of ya!
Whoa!! QuiltingWacko, I think you just stole the title Dorothy gave me! I think you should be the "official poet laureate of the OB"! Good job! What does Tuvoc have to say to this??....... a poem challenge...
A fellow named Vuyl Stekeara
With his lovely new wife known as Klara,
Had a passion for vandas
that grew in verandas,
And bloomed like there was no tomorra.