Vivi's Orchid Corner

One Lousy Orchid

One lousy orchid was all it took
To get started, to get me hooked.
Everything else has gone to pot -
The house, the garden, the kids, and the lot.
We swelter in heat, while the greenhouse is cool;
The orchids come first, what we need is a pool.
Each growth is looked on as a new event;
And when it blooms, we forget what we spent.
A small fortune it costs, in money and time,
And yet we start hoarding and saving each dime
to invest again and acquire the sublime.
One lousy orchid leads to a career,
There are some who feed their plants beer
and others put their flowers on gin
Or play music to them like my friend, Ben.
Orchid people are serious, but with a grin;
You should see all the blue ribbons they bring in.
And if I stick with them long enough
Maybe my plants will be up to snuff.
But after all this, I’m so disgusted.
I look forward to the weekends and time allotted:
So me and my orchids can get potted.
So you want to grow orchids, My Friend?
DON’T DO IT, FORGET IT!
THERE’S NO END!