Not that fond of poetry, but this chap was brilliant as far as gardening verse was concerned.
Flowers of the Mind
Last winter, when I was in bed with the 'Flu
And a temperature of a hundred and two,
I was telling the gardener what he should do.
You must keep the Neurosis well watered, I said.
Be certain to weed the Anaemia bed.
That yellow Myopis is getting too tall,
Tie up the Lumbago that grows on the wall.
Those scarlet Convulsions are quite a disgrace,
They're like the Deliriums?all over the place.
The pink Pyorrhoea is covered with blight,
That golden Arthritis has died in the night.
Those little dwarf Asthmas are nearly in bloom?
But just then the doctor came into the room.
Reginald Arkell 1934
