I laid the bundle down,
Knowing it would be alright.
As I took a look at,
My Chrysanthemums in white.

They looked oh so beautiful,
Up on the strangers grave.
So beautiful I wanted to take them.
For me, just to save.

But that would be rude, to take them
From the plod of dirt.
But of course they are MY flowers,
And I don’t want them to get hurt.

Ah, what a world,
Where people live in greed.
But did I keep the Chrysanthemums?
Knowing people, I think you’ll see.

Oh, you so do not compare to A.F.I.

what the hell are you talking about......?
-Beth

I think the fact that you can use "chrysanthemums" in a poem is pretty cool all by itself! As for the actual poem, kick ass. (in a good way)