Don't belive that hollyhocks are colourless?
hollyhocks are coloured beyond belief.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the hollyhocks,
Gently they go - the crimson, the gingery, the bicolour.
I cannot help but stop and look at hardy chrysanthemums.
Now fearless is just the thing,
To get me wondering if chrysanthemums are robust.
Poinsettias are plastic flowers.
plastic flowers are poinsettias.
Never forget the irrational and jaundiced poinsettias.
How happy are wooly lilies!
Are you upset by how addled they are?
Does it tear you apart to see the lilies so confused?
How happy are pink flowers!
Do flowers make you shiver?
do they?
Daffodils, however hard they try,
Will always be yellow.
Daffodils are cowardly. daffodils are dishonourable,
daffodils are yellow-bellied, however
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