A’blooming in my garden

Oh flimsy, fragile fuchsias
how delicate you do look 
just like lots of little ballerinas in a children’s storybook

Pretty pink petticoats with your two spindly slender threads
hanging so precariously bowing your purple heads

How I do adore you, a’blooming in my garden, I realise I stare alot  so “Oops I beg your pardon”

But you see I cannot help it,
I am spellbound in your sheer beauty which is exactly why I planted you there to fulfil your floral duty