Ode to the Poinsettia

Oh precious Poinsettia, why do you mock me? Do you enjoy watching me toil over you endlessly, day in and day out...adding water to your perilously dry carcus, thinking I've made a difference just to return the next day to find you in as flimsy a state as you were in your pre-watered existence? I do believe you live merely to tease me. You like to make me believe I've added quality to your life by seeming to bloom in your bright scarlet jacket only to reveal to the first pair of eyes that peer your underbelly your rapidly shriveled and decaying bust. Why oh why must I continue to suffer through another day, hour, minute of your impervious ego? I dare not ask...I must continue...I must do my job in order to continue to thrive in my everyday existence...my job is and continues to be to water the Poinsettias!! So water them I must; and water them I will...Till we meet again...I shall awaken with dread on monday morning next...Oh precious Poinsettia...why do you mock me???