Oh poinsettia, it's not Christmas anymore. You look out of place and geeky. Your leaves are limp.
Oh supposedly joyous plant, your struggle to live on after the big day annoys me.
Commit suicide! I don't want to be responsible for killing a living thing, but I resent watering you.
In California, you're a weed.
Dammit, you're a plant! Down the shoot you go.