LLike gaudy girls,
the scarlet poppies fling
their skirts in the air.

Sweet peas twine green fingers through
friendly fences,
beckoning each passer-by
with a come-hither scent.

The gardener,
in floppy hat and flowered gloves,
arrives with trellis and wire
to put a stop to it all.

Behind her,
dandelions escape in bright puffs
and run barefoot through the grass.