They are the gift that keeps on giving
Through sleet, snow, drizzle and showers
They provide an exemplar for living
Ah, where would we be without flowers?
Humans are fickle; they give a reason
To lift our tired bodies each day.
Reliably, they announce each season
Paint pictures on a palette of grey.
The village fete was spoiled by rain
Why, oh why did we pin our hopes on him?
The game went to penalties again
Lost the match. Lost Wimbledon. Come on Tim!
Sopping wet, we traipse around like fools
Why? To look at flowers, in our cagoules
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