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The Poem!
I’m afraid it’s a fact - plants don’t live forever,
so new ones are needed just all of the time.
It’s the flowers that make them, whatever the weather
through reproduction, which I’ll start to explain in this rhyme.
To attract passing insects, hour by hour,
Petals smell nice and look ever so bright.
While Sepals are there to protect budding flowers
And make sure nothing stops them from growing alright.
The Stamen’s the name for the flower’s male part,
Its anther’s just bursting with good pollen grain.
A filament holds up the anther (with heart),
Ready for when insects come calling again.
The carpel’s the female part of the flower.
Its stigma grabs pollen because it’s so sticky.
The style holds the stigma up high (like a tower),
While the ovary’s full up with eggs, round and icky!
Reproduction takes place, in all plants, even weeds,
Using the flower to replace old with new.
It turns pollen and eggs into fresh little seeds,
Which then grow up to be brand new plant life too. |
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