Field of Pompeian red poppies
in our back garden blaze
parades of scarlet ladies
queuing for sun dance days
Architectural floral marvels
impossibly large petal heads
pirouette and jete upon the
slenderest of stem threads
In moulin rouge chorus can-can
Voluptuous vermillion lassies
degage their heels up high and
show off blush pink under panties
What a frenzy of ruby hues
These sensual blooms bestow
our own red light district puts on
it's annual cabaret show
Enthusiastically bombastic
Our flirty flower girls
Are ever so rosy cheeky
with their ruffles and whirls
They tango with the wind
Drop curtsies to the Sun
With garnet glowing blossoms
we got the blues on the run!
Such bejeweled radiance for
that so-fleeting spring time
they turn themselves inside out
Their torch song in crimson and mime
Each gives without ever taking
Opening wide her fiery heart
No admission ticket needed, quick
The second act's about to start
but with entrances barely begun
their pageant too soon ends
And we must bid adieu to
our cheery cherry red friends
We loudly applaud "brava"
one last encore and bow to all
Blowing dancers final kisses
in their flaming curtain call
We'd shower them with roses
Throw bouquets at each foot
But as they'd outshine the votives
The point would be wuite6 moot
And now the stage is dark
no more a berry merry maid
their little beacons burnt out
as they wither in the shade
Starry eyed and enraptured
We exclaim with giddy head
wasn't this their best year ever?
our private rhapsody in red?
Lucky us with front row seats
for the world tour of "Poppy Dance!"
Compared to, no Broadway stage
performance stands a chance
Your rest my girls you earned
thank you for our lovely show
each season's farewell gets harder
when mother nature calls time to go
with gratitude for the dance
(photo attribution John Haslam from Dornoch, Scotland, CC BY 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons) till I can find my own pictures
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