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Subject: Twas the Night Before..........
From Date: 1997/12/05

Newsgroups: rec.gardens.roses



Twas the night before Show time, When all through the tool shed,
Not a creature was stirring, Not even an aphid.
The pruners were hung in a row with great care,
In hopes that Rose Show Day soon would be there.
The Minis were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of blue ribbons danced in our heads.
And Mamma with her schedule, and I with my check list,
Had just settled down to see if any had been missed.
When out in the garden, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the table to see what was the matter.
Away to the doorway I flew like a fool,
Tore open the curtain, nearly fell in the pool.
The moon on the breast of the new mown grass,
Gave no hint of what had come or what had passed.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an old rusting van and that was quite clear.
With a little old driver so quick and gregarian,
I knew in a moment it was "Super Rosarian".
More rapid than Black Spot his appearance was made,
And he whistled and shouted and called out some names.
'Grow Pristine, grow Sonia, grow Austrian Copper!'
'Grow Iceberg, grow Sunsprite, you all are show stoppers!'
'To the top of your class, to the top of the hall,'
'Blue Ribbons, blue ribbons, blue ribbons for all!'
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they're meant for a mulch, out the bed they will lie,
So up the driveway that old man flew,
With a van full of tricks and "Super Rosarian" too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard in the garden,
A crashing, a mashing and 'Oops, beg your pardon!'
As I withdrew my head and was turning around,
Down the walk "Super Rosarian" came with a bound.
He was dressed all in green from his boots to his shirt,
And his clothes were all tarnished with bonemeal and dirt.
A bundle of show tags he held clenched in his fist,
And I hoped he would find a rose I had missed.
His hands, how they pampered! He coaxed tight buds open!
He polished each leaf 'til they all were a-glowin'!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the rose at his breast was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pencil he held tight in his teeth,
And he checked and he labeled each entry, so neat.
He had a broad face and a round little belly,
That shook when he laughed like a bowl of rose jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly rosarian,
And I laughed when I saw him instead of just staren!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a work, but went straight to his work,
And filled out the tags; then turned with a jerk,
And laying a finger aside of a rose, and giving a nod,
Smiled; striking a pose.
Then he sprang to his van, though his engine did whistle,
And away he flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight...
"Happy Show Time To All......May Your Trophies Shine Bright!"

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