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Lines Addressed To My Left Lung Inconveniently Enamoured Of Plant-Life

It was, my lung, most strange of you,
A freak I cannot pardon,
Thus to transform yourself into
A vegetable-garden.
Though laking William set erewhile
His seal on rural fashions,
I must deplore, bewail, revile
Your horticultural passions.
And as your ways I thus lament
(Which, plainly, I call crazy)
For all I know, serene, content,
You think yourself a daisy!