Tree's a Crowd

Whilst shopping for groceries one day,
I paused at the Plant Corral in the store
something strategically placed in the store
to break up the monotony of shopping.

I did notice however,
the truly capable manner in which
the various plants were arranged and displayed,
and I found myself convincing myself that I was incapable of killing one.

I looked on the different leaves
for important directions, but to no avail
so, I found a produce clerk to aid me in this matter of great importance...
and I truly found myself excited at the prospect of posibly cultivating a green thumb !

I additionally convinced myself that a produce clerk
would surely know something about a plant's life...
or at least know something about their demise,
and possibly prepare a tasty side dish.

Well, together we picked out a seemly healthy candidate
that I will never be capable of pronouncing it's proper name,
and so, quite satisfied was I with my purchase
as I exited the grocery for home.

Once again at my home, I went on-line to assure proper care
for this, my new room-mate "Robert"...
and his new surroundings seemed to agree with him, also...
for that is what I named him, "Robert Plant".

Needless to say, I treated my new guest as one would treat  royalty,
but, not very much later...I totally dismissed the notion
that I should be sharing vocabulary with Robert,
for in three weeks I had increased his pot-size to the tune of eleven times !

So flee, did my propensity to communicate with ol' Bob,
and somewhat awkward had our relationship began to be.
In retrospect, I sincerely wished that "mute" would've been our constant dynamic
for Robert Plant was soon becoming an entity to be reckoned with.

More and more increasingly was I removed from everything social,
for it seemed that my only duty in life,
was to continue to  buy pots and bags of potting soil,  to transplant Bob...
and the more I purchased, the more I wondered where they got the phrase, "dirt cheap".

Nowadays, Robert Plant and I share absolutely no vocabulary,
no sign-language or even innuendos; for silence is our only dynamic
because actually, for all he's ended up costing me...
I'm sure that I wouldn't be speaking to him, anyway !

Another part of his new regiment, is the fact that he is banned from listening to music,
just to be on the "safe side", and that was causing his "baby Huey-like" behavior.
Also, now he resides out of doors, as it would've ended up being either him or me,
and I was already spending way too much time in the garden as it was !

I've yet to ever purchase another plant from the market, and probably never will...
but, can you blame me? I mean I'm thoroughly convinced that I created some sort of monster...
well, you tell me.....I purchased a four inch creeping charlie sort of a plant,
and in two months, Robert Plant now resides outside...and is a tree-house...that houses a boy's orphanage !