Stake.

Fleur of liz, a stake in my memory

Like an ancient blunt sword

Dad came up with

Many vulgar words

While he held his blue thermos

In one hand

And a beer in the other

I'm sinking more and more

I am an aquatic plant.

Mom likes strawberry yogurt

But wasps come out of her mouth

My neurons synapse and

The lilies are now black

Parrot beak on my little head

She came to stay.