A reverend cleric from Lincoln

Went to Kew, and said: "Gentlemen, think on,

I've discovered a bush In the wild Hindu Kush

And it's said all butterflies drink on."

So in his own garden he planted

This bush and his wishes were granted.

From near and from far

To its mauve spiky flower

They flew in and Kew was enchanted.

Painted Ladies were well to the fore,

With Red Admirals next through the door.

A Comma, a White,

A Peacock so bright,

And Tortoiseshells came by the score.

The name of the cleric was Buddle,

So the kew men got in a huddle.

He merited fame,

So the bush got his name,

But my rhyming is not buddleiable! B W Tyas Cooper

Breckland Drive, Heaton

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