... silken gleam which veils your tois Ccnnot compare with garden hose, Nor any strange exotic bower Vie with a well-grown cauliflower. HB BH The while I plant a gay shalot Within a dainty four-inch pot, Or, to be more genteel, I stir A gently nascent cucumber ...

... unmanned by sights in the streets In their bonnets they wear of green leaves such a power It puts me in mind of a great cauliflower And their legs, I am sure, must be ready to freeze, For they wear all their petticoats up to their knees a distressing spectacle ...