Begonia that’s me. That’s what I am. Very beautiful I heard someone say.
The man, who digs the allotment, said I am in the way.
I think he loves me really, he planted carrots at my feet.
With feathery fronds so decorative, they make me look a treat.

Behind he planted runner beans. So stately I feel just grand.
It is lonely here with the vegetables, I’d like someone to hold my hand.
If I could live in a flower bed, life would be sublime.
The smell of onions appals me. Sweet peas would smell divine.

It rained very heavy last night. The wind took the fence, it’s gone.
So now I can see in the next plot. It belongs to Donald Swan.
He’s working very hard today, Rescuing wind damaged plants and things.
I’ll pay a lot of attention to this corner, noticing what he brings.

OH, gladiolus, Handsome, like soldiers in a row,
Glamorous, thrilling, alluring, T’is a pleasure to watch them grow.
I nodded my head this morning. I know that ME, He did spy.
I think that he winked his eye at me. But it could have been a fly in his eye.


© Kathy McKay Sinclair, 2014