Let's begin with the lily.
With its white virginal petals,
soft pink inside,
the lily is a liar.
It is only fit to be clenched
to the breast of a blushing bride.
you shall never marry.
Bridesmaid, never the bride.
But who would want
down a trembling never-ending aisle?
(Roses are more fashionable now,
at any rate!
Half price, two for one
on a perfect bouquet of posies!)
My sister, Petunia, married young.
Seventeen, out of school,
the deal done with a diamond ring,
And then there was Rhododendron
who with her disarming smile, charmed Prince Charming.
Not forgetting sleepy Snowdrop
who, like Snow White,
awoke with a kiss!
On rainy days, we flowers must marry fast
for who, you ask
would marry a withered old shrub?
Hurry Lily, hurry!
Springtime is almost sung
Don't you know what the sunflowers are saying?
Don't you know what the windflowers are whispering?
Don't you know what the Chrysanthemums are crying?
Do you know? Do you really know?
My goodness, Lily, they think
you want to marry a fern!
(Though of course, ferns are nice,
in their own little ways too…)
it's not the same
Lily, have I introduced you to Mr Crocus?
Ladies and flowers
I've an announcement to make;
I'm going to marry this conifer.