Gladioli
They have frowsy flamboyant hats,
some are born English,
while others are obviously alien.
They need a deep corner to thrive,
or a high ceiling.
Like Maasai maidens their necks
are stretched to infinity,
they will not take much manhandling.
If we ever find their spaceships
we will need a stepladder
to greet their leader.
They both cure depression
and bring depression on,
especially if you stand too long
in their shadows.
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