My, Alstroemeria

My, Alstroemeria,

I want to marry ya,

The Tiger Lily said,

She blushed and turned her head.

The yellow mums conferred,

Told her, “we need a word”,

He is the best for you!

Both give a lovely view.

She smiled and said that she,

Just loves his orangey glee,

And with my talisman,

We’ll bond in morning sun.

A marriage all in fame,

And every flower came,

The sunflowers just towered,

The daisies never cowered-

They even asked the wild-

To come and in they filed,

The columbine in blue,

The bachelor button, too.

The wild, wild rose in red,

Some daffodils in stead,

Yes, every kind of flower,

Would be here in their hour.

The marriage of the year,

 Alstroemeria, dear,

And Tiger Lily now,

Have merged in floral vow.

Peter L. Paulson

November 3, 2010