Iris reticulata 'Yummy fudge'

OK - optimists are out in force here now
It's an invasion
I counted them all out
Its shock and awe
In quiet Cumbrian enclave
Of resistence.

In the battle of the back gardens
A conclave of consideration
Deciding
Searching for a collective noun
For the blighters
Waiting for the white smoke of unanimity.

A band of pessimist mates
Huddling together
Collaborating and considering
And declaring
It's a 'conspiracy', gathered in massed ranks
A' smugness', blooming cheerfully in our adversity.
A 'complacency, a f*%k off, a self satisfaction, a piety'
.... Of bloody optimists.

But they are shot down
Picked off as
The blooms gather and muster
And then ...
They fruit
.... FUDGE!
... Its a miracle ...
Its a 'gladening' or a 'gladness' even
A 'loving'
A 'hopefulness'
The white smoke unfolds
From the hill cottage chimney
It's a 'Harbot' of bloody optimists!

(thanks for fudge Clare! XX)