My wife and I went to the nursery to look at the many mums
Even though she claims to dislike them all
Almost as much as begonias
But mums are to fall what pansies are to winter
Yellow and rusty red varieties
Some were pushing strollers with twins
And some were carrying them within
Some were wilted by an Indian summer’s sun
But most were begging for us to take them home
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mums-the-word/
