Come and see the tailcocks in bloom,
Igor's heavenly scents to fill a room,
Elaborate ingredients, in every hue,
Looking up, the sun to view, the roof has blown off by the way
Summer's here, and what a Nungate show,
Endless mixes for you to throw,
back your neck, all kinds of buckets so laid,
Ice and foliage, beautifully displayed,
Lavish glass designs, which are seen by our Queen(ie),
On the CCTV you can view the whole scene,
Watching the Towers gardeners, their fingers crossed,
Each one hoping, to get half a snifter embossed,
Royal Tailcock Society, what a thrill,
Such excitement, hoping that all their skill,
Happens to get noticed by the Excel Judges, who are,
Over the moon, and think they're stars,
Whatever the outcome, they all are, by far!
So pished and "Give us another floral jar."