I'd call it Poeticus, I'd pick peoms that could provide the basis for a scent and while I can hear all the sniggering. The Boy Stood on the Burning Deck........or
There was a young man from Leeds
who swallowed a packet of seeds.
Great tufts of grass
shot out of his arse
and his cock was covered in weeds.
No I'm thinking something more in the line of John Shaw Neilson's,
The Loving Tree
Three women walked along a road,
And the first said airily
"Of all the trees in all the world,
Which is the loving Tree?"
The second said, "My eyes have seen
No tree that is not fair;
But the Orange tree is the sweetest tree,
The loving blood is there."
And the third said, "In the green time
I knew a loving tree
That gave a drink of blood-red milk,
It was the Mulberry."
Then the first one said, "Of all the trees,
No sweetest can I name;
Ask her who yonder slowly comes-
That woman lean and lame."
Grief lick a hideous suckling hung
Along her hollow breast,
Pain was upon her as she walked,
And as she stooped to rest.
"Why will you question so?" she said,
"Is it to mock at me?
For how should I, who walk in hell,
Know of a loving tree?
"My eyes are not as woman's eyes,
They hope not east or west:
Dull famine my bedmate is,
And loneliness my guest.
"Tis not the most delicious flower
That leaves the scent of Spring,
Nor is it yet the brightest bird
That loads his heart to sing.
"A tree may dance in the white weather
Or dream in a blue gown,
A tree may sing as a sweetheart
To bid the stars come down:
"Some trees are slim and loveable
And some are sleek and strong,
But the tree that has the cripple's heart
Will know the cripples song.
The sweetest death is the red death
That comes up nakedly,
And the tree that has the foiled heart
It is the loving tree
"While ever lip shall seek for lip,
While everlight shall fall,
The tree that has the ruined heart
Is tenderest of all.
"Oh, ye may have your men to kiss,
And children warm to hold,
But the heart that held the hottest love
Was never yet consoled."
The women three walked on their way,
Their shamed eyes could see
How well the tree with the foiled heart
Is still the loving tree