September

Borders have gone over Fellow gardeners mournfully cry Not round mine it ain't, Have plants over five feet high There's a riot by my front door Colours of every hue Love my blooming Dahlia's Grown two hundred and twenty two. Smile when neighbours and strangers Lean over my street wall And wonder at this vibrant blaze When all around is fall Pom poms, balls and cactus, And some bigger than a dinner plate So bright so brash, so blousy Just have to love them being late. Started with cuttings in Spring Fought to keep the slugs at bay Now this is my labours reward And I want to give them all away So come over and take your pick Sure take a photograph Oh my lovely Dahlia's Wonderfull for a laugh.