I wrote a sonnet about my ferns yesterday. It’s roughly Shakespearean, although I did wimp out and not write the whole thing in iambic pentameter.
Athyrium Niponicum Sonnet
Oh these, my six Japanese Painted Ferns;
How I dread your being killed by the sun.
I hope your roots are protected from worms,
And that you continue as you‘ve begun.
I promise to water you faithfully,
To always keep your bed so well-tended.
In return you must swear to grown for me.
Do not let my efforts be expended
In vain! I want you to grow and flourish,
To be strong, and become lush and quite green.
Your soil I vow constantly to nourish.
Finally I will have reason to preen.
For my yard generally is a mess,
And I wish all my neighbors to impress.
LOL!
Lovely ode to a hopefully faithful non foundation eating plant.