Ode to Delilah the plant who died one day after over a month without water

One day a while ago I felt the need
To buy a plant to sit upon my sill.
I took a trip to ASDA, yes indeed,
And past the thyme, the basil and the dill...

I found a plant, Delilah was her name.
All beauty ever was found in a plant.
The yellow and the orange of her mane
I would describe although I really can’t.

For many days and months she graced my room,
A splash of colour on a cloudy day,
She chased away all darkness and the gloom
And made my life so happy and so gay.

But then, disaster struck, I do confess,
I failed to give her water as I should.
Her leaves they drooped and next, I’m sure you’ll guess,
They drooped as far as leaves possibly could.

They then went brown and crackled at a touch
I did not read these many warning signs.
I carried blithely on ignoring much
And did not see just how much I was blind.

My poor Delilah, oh that fateful day
When I did set my eyes upon the sill
And saw Delilah, who had passed away
And realised it was I who’d made her ill.

I wept, ‘Delilah, dear, I want you back,’
The plant I dearly loved and who I’d slain.
I placed her sad brown leaves within a sack.
Her mem’ry evermore, it shall remain.
Moral
This tale I sadly tell is for your good.
If you would like to keep your plant-like friends
Make sure you water them just as you should
And they will give you joy that never ends.