Confessions of a Gardener
I like to make things grow
I’m very good at it.
I use my spade and dig quite deep
All sorts of bugs I like to meet.
Ladybirds live together just like in a kibutz
They are very friendly, but each other they don’t trust
I’ve never seen a wedding,they do not seem to mind
Sharing love with each other. I’ve seen them from behind.
Worms all wrapped around each other, I can’t tell them apart
Wrapped in ecstasy they seem, not wanting to move apart
The dragon flys are all around promiscuous they seem.
Hopping from dragon to dragon,I hope they are all clean.
The frogs they are, amazing, many partners they hold on too.
It really wears me out to see, the splashing that even reaches me.
The spiders I have never seen "At it",
"At it" anywhere,
That’s because they scare me to much
And they might get in my hair.
I walk around the garden digging where I can
But am I really stalking, the snails in the watering can?
They twist and squirm together it really looks quite odd
I would have made it different if I had been a god.
My day of gardening is nearly done, I’m tired and need a rest,
But look at those two birds over there "At it" in the nest.
Oh woe is me a peeping Tom, I think I am becoming
Its going on all around me, I think it's time to go back in.
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2011
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