My wife and I went to the nursery to look at the many mums <br />Even though she claims to dislike them all <br />Almost as much as begonias <br />But mums are to fall what pansies are to winter <br />Yellow and rusty red varieties <br />Some were pushing strollers with twins <br />And some were carrying them within <br />Some were wilted by an Indian summer’s sun <br />But most were begging for us to take them home<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mums-the-word/
