We saw him there a-wandering
Lost in highfalutin thought
We were far too busy hosting
felt harassed and way too fraught
  
With his imagination roaming
he gazed at us for hours
We fluttered spritely, as we do
(for after all we're flowers)
  
We danced, we tossed and added glee
and somehow gave him health
He got pensive then, and bugger me
his poem on us brought wealth
 
Solitude, he did esteem
is akin to pleasured bliss
But as we were stuck in never ending lines
we surmised, he was taking the piss
 
He's labelled us as "jocund"
for sure, we know he's gay
It takes a happy soul, after all
to lie on a couch all day
 
But we'll ignore his 'flashing'
for he's a poet and a treasure
And year on year his poem on us
rates high and gives us pleasure

Inspired, of course, by the nation's favourite "Daffodils" by Wordsworth, and by a great poem heard at this event: https://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=60895