Flowers and Money

Have read so many times about flowers;

Seeing the word again and again makes me glower;

Bursting buds and bumbling bees;

Poets have taken them on the lease;

The open skies and the dark clouds;

Beauty of nature they often flout;

Poppy fields and a sauntering maiden;

With cliches and repetition it is ridden;

Why not poems about finance and money?

We are far too much in love for that honey..