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Where has it gone?

Out in the garden, down by the shed
I read the packet, prepared the bed.
Added some compost, tilled it a bit
even add some genuine horse MUCK
so next on the packet quite clearly it said
sprinkle sparingly go right ahead
cover with soil and water a little
went for the can and gave it a sprinkle

days became weeks but nothing did show
it said on the packet WILL CERTAINTLY GROW
I felt I'd been conned,  robbed of my money
adding the effort and time was not funny
I decided to write to the address on the back
explaining quite well plants and the lack
again weeks went by, nothing was heard
It played on my mind, really quite absurd

Then it arrived early one morning
I eaten my toast, jam and was yawning
I opened the mail, including the bills
then was a packet, plain brown, no frills
I tore the top off and looking inside
you will never believe what i had spied
another packet of seeds the same as the last
straight in the bin, had been caught in the past

The moral of this tale is easy to grasp
if you want to grow things in the garden
plant plants and choose seeds as the last
As I go in the shed now I have a small bed
the one that I tilled, full of rhubarb instead
No I don't eat it but its easy to grow
You know what they say about gardening
blooms looking good so its all about show

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