Tulips, a Rose, the Night Blooming Jasmine

 

Two lips arose,

the night blooming jazz men

“An enemy?”

“A golden rod?”

“A pussy will.”

Oh…In the morning glory, please forget-me-not.

This collage is made out of cut up lips from magazines. I sent it out as a Christmas card, for which I received some fascinating comments to the effect of: "Wow, I didn't know you were an artist".   To which I had to reply: "Aren't we all?"  
Anyone had any ideas for the plastic whirring carnival lips?

Yours, with lipstick on,

Mrs Crocodile