David Fisher Poet Rhyme

Away In the Garden

Away in the garden
No plants are ill fed
The soil is perfect	
In all the raised beds

The fencing surrounds
All of the plants
But something burrowed
Who invited the ants

There’s chewing and clipping
At night while I rest
Just wait til’ I get
My hands on that pest

I fired the shotgun
To nab me a bun
Don’t mess with my garden
Run rabbit run

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Kim Merryman August 1, 2023 at 6:47 PM A delightful write, David! Congrats on your win! Blessings, Kim M

Terry Flood July 31, 2023 at 3:54 PM Such fun, David. Thank your lucky stars it’s not moles. Now THEY really do send you batty. Congrats on your win. Terry

Jan Allison July 31, 2023 at 8:42 AM A fab poem I can relate to David although my issue in the garden is slugs and snails lol. Sorry I had to dock points as I wanted exact rhyme and the syllable count was also a little awry. Many congrats on your placement and thanks for taking time to enter the contest:-) hugs Jan xx

Barbara Barry-Nishanian July 21, 2023 at 1:29 PM David you mention, Pest. My pest is a Deer! Using Irish Spring soap, not a shot gun. Your poem is so cute and entertaining, you are sure to win. Loved it my friend. Thanks for comment on mine.

Panagiota Romios July 18, 2023 at 11:13 AM Enjoyed this creative right! You amaze me, David Superb imagination .. Panagiota

Gershon Wolf July 17, 2023 at 8:20 PM John Updike is beaming down at you, David. This one is sooooo clever! Kudos! :) Gershon