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I knew flowers had a language so today I thought I’d look
Mainly so I could get it right when I write a Regency book
But I found so much it made my mind boggle
That it seemed a lot of Hornswoggle!
So what did I learn about the words each blossom imparts
Red roses declare your passion, a meeting of raunchy hearts
But choose another colour and the meaning goes astray
So be very careful what it is you want to say!
Send pale pink and white and your love is true
But the yellow rose of Texas is definitely another hue
Infidelity is suggested so perhaps this is not for you!
Carnations are worn in every wedding button hole
A bloom of pretty ruffled frills, Fascination in a bowl.
Again their colour matters, white, pink and red
Are safe if love and affection are in your head
Yet purple and yellow are a no go if you wish to wed!
And striped is worse because you declare
I refuse to answer your fervent prayer.
There are so many meanings that I never guessed
Their translation can be so easily messed.
So if I make a bouquet for my friend to wear
Of wild flowers I must be careful and beware
Daisies are fine for they suggest innocent hope
But Tansy is hostile thoughts given scope
Anemone and you I will each other forsake
Columbine you must never make
A part, for you imply a cuckold’s horns
A sprig of Larkspur of levity warns
And Lavender could mean lack of trust
Or devoted love, so that’s a bust!
So to all my friends a virtual posy I will send
Offering understanding and joy without end
Of Basil and of Bay, Chamomile and Chives
Good wishes, glory, patience and useful lives.
Aloe for healing and dill to protect against all ill
And wish them happiness with the humble daffodil.