You Can'T Kid A Kidder Poem by The Royalist

Bedecked with bright colours
I lounge on the decking
Waiting for my discoverer
Waiting, anticipating
The flowers in the garden draw me a quizzical look
Confused by my disguise have they mistook
Me for a Crocus, a Narcissus, an Aramanthus?
Do they see me as a Water Lily, a Chrysanthemum
A Violet or Rosemary
An Ivy or Daisy
Or even an Andy?
A flower is a flower is a flower in my book
And the flowers thought I was one of them

As the sun smiles with a shiny face
There is a buzz about the place
The air is alive with a kaleidoscope of a thousand Joseph coats
I open my drawbridge and drain my moat
The beautiful Princess of the air nears me
Is she pretending not to see me?
She sniffs me and I’m sure she laughed
She disappears; the bees not daft