Bloomers

Fine English rose in rich soil she grows

Old walls shield her from the wind that blows

Resulting cultivation supplied with every need

Seeking for a weed that's of the right seed

Proud purple thistle it's wiser not to pluck

Growing where she can, she never waits for luck

Brought up in a hard school thistle down the wind

Raised on blunt words more sinned against than sinned

Chorus:

Stinking plants in the hedgerows

With grim grit will flourish

While nicely bred orchids

Wilt in the front window florist

But dark mother earth

Will catch them all up

And trample them back into the forest

The vamp of vegetation the scarlet poppy flirts

Laughs as she dances flaunting flimsy skirts

Tempting the senses with her milk white juice

Sensual opium determined to seduce

Independent wallflower careered through her youth

And caught unawares she turns to face the truth

Laughs at the battle of the sexes, but listens for the sound

Of strife and separation to declare the second round

Chorus