Eric and John
Eric, how’s it been? It’s been a while since
ye last I seen. Have you been on the acid?
Or, have you been mean? Well, the truth
will flourish and it’ll then be seen.
Now then John, how’s thi sen? I saw you in
the store for the spring weekend. Did they
come in droves to pay for you? Or, did they
opt for the lesser number two?
Now then Eric, no need for that! Just
remember with me Pete’s free and all that!
Well I’ll tell thi’ this me old chum, me old
mate. When they get tucked up with me
they react just great!
Argh...but they got bloody potty for me!
They love the feel of me in their hands -
I’m like crushed cake you see.
Well, here we are number twenty five.
It doesn’t look too bad, the garden looked
full of pride.
It looks as though it’ll be alright in here.
They’re gonna mix us up 50/50 I hear.
Well, you can’t argue with that. The
rhododendrons will welcome us in and
we’ll see the summer out. Well, until
we’re free again, I’ll say this to you
John innes my old friend.
I hope you have many long summer
days, I hope you’ll be a rest for the
bees and the peacock butterflies will
stop long enough for you to gaze.
And to you Eric-Aceous, my comrade
and my friend, let’s enjoy the spring
and summer days before they come to
an end. Let’s do what we do best and
make the blooms deep and large. For
they all need their gardens this year
now Covid 19’s at large.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2020
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