The gardener loved his garden more
Than did he love his wife,
He thought that she was quite the bore
Who hardly did live life.
Now, one day, while he’s at the store,
The gardener spots some seed,
The rarest ever seen before,
Indeed, a three leafed breed.
He planted them, enchanted them,
And watched them grow each day,
Then while he slept, his dull wife crept
And stepped outside to stay…
Beneath the three-leaved nightshade rose
Ground lilies from the ground
While waker-robins wakened up
The birth-roots all around
For when the jew’s harp came to play
Her most romantic sounds
The snakebite bit and dull bored wife
Was no more to be found…
She’d been smitten, Trillium bitten,
And so it’s most profound
That both the gardener’s and his wife’s
Love gardens now abound.
*three-leaved nightshade, ground lily, waker-robin, birth-root, jew’s harp, and snakebite are all other names for trillium.