Sweet Garden Named Phil
There once was a sweet garden named Phil.
Whose terraces were straight up a hill.
His roses were sad in dark shade,
His produce was way under grade.
Making him the laughing stock in Brazil.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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