A weed is a plant that has simply mastered
Every survival skill
in the way it grows
But with all its hardy
guile and cunning
They haven’t yet
learned to grow in rows
A weed is a plant that has simply mastered
Every survival skill
in the way it grows
But with all its hardy
guile and cunning
They haven’t yet
learned to grow in rows
A man was left mentally scarred
After swinging from
trees in his yard
When a branch snagged
on his leotard
I’m a really rubbish gardener
I find it all a bit of
a chore
If only I was better
outside
At simple horticulture
And grow stuff in the
garden
Like I do in the
refrigerator
To garden effectively, firstly, put on a hat
But be very careful, and
choose the right one
Straw preferably, and
it should have a
Wide brim to protect
you from the sun
Some old clothes, but
nothing too scruffy
It should be a stylish
yet practical rig
And with a hoe in one
hand and a cold drink
In the other, tell
somebody else where to dig
To a gardener,
A grassed over area
Is just a flowerbed
That has yet to appear
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet
Eating of curds and
whey;
And if you ever
wondered
What a tuffet is
You’ll find them on
Ebay
Topless sunbathing on the beach
Should be universally
banned
My husband finds it distracting
And can’t relax as he
planned