Pansies Poem by Ima Ryma

We are a bed of pansies bloom
Growing about a human's deck.
We would prefer a lot more room,
But take what we get, what the heck!
The humans have us planted so
We get the favored morning sun.
Bumblebees buzz where we do grow
So pollination does get done.
In our bed we only hope
No snails or slugs has this bed got.
With some mild mildew we can cope,
But real bad if we get stem rot.

We're great through spring, summer and fall,
If the humans stay on the ball.