The lily

is the flower for a home.

But Californian poppies

make me feel so home sick

Roses make me angry,

and any flower from Britain

Is a flower for a whore.

 

But lilies

Are flowers for a home,

The kind you keep around,

The kind you take home

to mother.

 

Lilacs

grow from wood,

And I don't like a pushy lady

Daisies grow from corpses,

and life is deathly enough,

without Deaths baby.

 

But lilies,

Lilies are home makers.

The only flower for me.

You can keep all else,

But surely I will keep

My flower,

my own,

my Lily.