The sight of a huge morning glory they say

can brighten up even the darkest of days

as well as the petals shaped just like a heart

the trumpet shaped flower's another main part

Some form a vine that can twine for support

while others stand proud, like a king they hold court

but while on the subject I really must mention

the lone soldier boy as he stands to attention

Like a ramrod he stands with his head held up high

with his big shiny helmet and one staring eye

his weapon is stiff and his voice it is mute

the impression he gives is one of salute

So the private parades that he's ready for action

and those who are watching him see his attraction

it's all they can do to contain their reaction

they know that when needed he gives satisfaction

So they long to take part in a pleasant transaction

but he can't relax, not even a fraction

to do so might be an unwanted distraction

that gets in the way of a strong interaction

Now standing alone means he could be ignored

not pampered and feted, loved and adored

to stand there frustrated by sight and by sound

as those who would touch him move on all around

To rise and to shine as they get out of bed

how many will stop and see his fine head

his big shining helmet, his one little eye

as they open the curtains to look at the sky

He arose in the dark, like the lark in the morn

but surveying the sky as he stands there forlorn

he longs to be taken in hand to keep warm

somewhere away from the cold of the storm

So with quiet dignity he sheds a tear

a salty wet raindrop shining and clear

it rolls from his eye and slowly descends

from his head to his body and on to the end

of his rigid erection, that stands like a bone

to do what he's here for, why he was grown

to bring others joy for the new day ahead

not slowly to shrink till he's flaccid and dead  

So the soldier erect in his loneliness stands

he wishes for nothing but warm loving hands

and kisses to let him know he's really home

planted with love on the top of his dome