'Tis the only clever word, i know- <br />I use it, frequently, like a little country mouse- <br />Scampering down the Cobbled Lane- <br />Near to, Mr. Green Thumbs House! <br /> <br />A vestige of time, 'tis traced by me- <br />Near to, only one, wilted Red Rose- <br />I use my word, with much elan'- <br />As, the other flowers, become very close- <br /> <br />'Horticulture', and its varied realms- <br />Settled, 'tis the fertile of the loam- <br />While the mulch and the earthy warmth- <br />Makes the orchids, feel, so very much, at home- <br /> <br />Atmosphere, 'tis everything... <br />The humidity, the temperature-e'er aware- <br />All necessities, in 'Horticulture'- <br />Are entrusted, in, Mr. Green Thumbs Care! <br /> <br />After, basking, in all the rich splendour- <br />Of such, a fine floral bouquet- <br />I make, like a little country mouse- <br />And scamper, myself far away! <br /> <br />Oh, but the 'Horticulture'- <br />'Tis, still, grand as can be - <br />For, Mr. Green Thumbs Hothouse- <br />'Tis the Gold standard, in Flowering Beauty!<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mr-green-thumbs-hot-house/
