Betwixt The Hedges Poem by james watkin

Betwixt the hedges
Pillars self-entwined
I ushered them all in.
Up through mouldy floor
Of hoarse dung beetle
Debutantes of Spring.

Snowdrop, my darling
Your ear-ring true is
Of a size pretentious!
And no room, Jonquil
Does that corsage leave
For blushing tenebrous!

"Proding, prying, yes
We almost approve
But this cheekiness sprayed!
In his 'bachelor-hood'
Whom note we donned is
Morn til respite-lade! "