Collection of poems about gardens, countryside and life.
Gloria the Gorgeous.
Gloria the Gorgeous is a favourite phrase of mine,
I use it when I talk to plants, as they like a bit of rhyme.
It's not that we like Latin, or know just what it means,
It's a little idiosyncrasy meaning all's not what it seems.
It started with the foxglove one warm and muggy night,
As I staggered through the garden, towards the kitchen light,
I'd cursed on falling over, and fell and hurt my head.
I awoke to a conversation, and this is what they said,
The sot has fallen over, he's drunk and off his head,
If he falls on us we've had it, I hope the bugger's dead.
I listened very carefully, just to get it right
And I heard one tell another that I had called them all a blight
The primrose and the daffodil said they never meant really cared
It wasn't worth the bother when coming from a nerd.
I just could not believe it, plants had another life,
I had a talking garden,
So crawled in to tell the wife.
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