Posted by Admin on 28 March 2008, 12:00 am
My cacti bloom in every room,
they’re fine and fat and prickly:
why is it thus my coleus
is looking very sickly?
My cyclamen inspires the pen
of many a poetaster:
the coleus – my big nonplus,
is heading for disaster.
My maiden-hair’s beyond compare,
despite the neighbours’ quips:
we’ll not discuss my coleus,
it’s really had its chips.
Long hours I spend my plants to tend,
I water, weed and cut:
sheer futile fuss, that coleus
just makes me do my nut.
T. C. Hudson
© T. C. Hudson.
Village
Parish Council