A purple poppy
Picked from paternal pa’s porch
Pops! Perfect present.
Based on a true story. My Mum brought me a gift of some poppy seeds years ago; offspring of some that my great grandfather had first planted in his garden. I grew some, and they were a delicious purple colour. I still have some seeds from the batch I grew – time to get sowing my heirloom plant, methinks (hope they’re still OK).
I am the wallflower
Goo goo ka joob
But I’m quite certain that’s not its correct Latin name
Here comes the sunflower
Do do do do
Again, whilst it has a certain ring to it, it’s not quite right
But it is much easier to say than
Won’t you come out to play?
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet
(Here’s where I get nerdy)
Aeolic βρόδον wródon
Wordy words from the Persian ‘wurdi’
Flying out like endless rain into a buttercup
Which, if i may say, is far more aesthetically sounding
Perhaps I’ll stick to cellophane flowers in an Octopus’s Garden
Jai. Guru. Deva.