The wild flowers were livid;
they were all of a tizz;
because someone had told them,
that, ‘Pedigree is the bizz.’
.
‘We are as good as them,
if not better!’ they cried.
‘We can grow in places,
where they’ve wilted and died.
.
We look as pretty
as any fine flora,
have you seen how we flourish,
we have many an adorer.’
.
‘A weed has never won
at the Chelsea Flower Show;
and from your lowly status,
you can’t expect to grow.’
.
At this, the weeds became
even more livid,
and brought in a cousin,
‘Introducing our Triffid!’
.
There was no contest,
weeds came out on top,
but it’s a shame that the Triffid
didn’t know when to stop.
Graeme Sandford 