© 2012 Mollie Pearce McKibbon
O my Lily of the valley,
Violet me kiss your tulips
In the morning glory.
Though Lilac a basket of gold
Hyacinth you candy tuft,
Forsythia my solomons seal:
That Iris to be your honeysuckle,
The clover to freesia from my anemones –
And gardenia from creeping Phlox and Daffodil.
To whom I say, “Begonia dandelions!”
And soothe your bleeding heart.
I may yet periwinkle,
But fuschia not lupine for me.
The coral bells are ringing and the rooster crocus
I sing with euphorbia,
Dyanthus for your love.
Poet’s P.S. – I’m gladiolus is over.
The above poem is the result from someone with far too much to do and no time to waste while Procrastinating. 😀 The clip art is thanks to Dover Publications.