Daffodils

‘Ten daffs by post’ –

Hardly a host!

Those that don’t rot,

As likely as not,

Will come up blind.

 

I wouldn’t mind,

But those that flower –

The slugs devour

Or the rain knocks over

Into the clover.

 

Old Wordsworth wowed

A lonely cloud.

Our rain-bringers

Ain’t got such green fingers!

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