The Gardener

The Gardener She’s twenty-three and he’s eighty-six He walks with a Zimmer, she watches Netflix He has a mansion and a Maserati car She has her diamonds and uplifting bra They have a gardener, Chatterley like He calls her miss, she calls him Mike The Zimmer frame plods, slow to react The house has a mystery, lover’s pact. She shops online for all she desires Mike cuts the wood, mends fences, builds fires The Zimmer makes its way until out of sight She fills up with chocolate, champagne and sprite Mike is now naked stripped to the bone The Zimmer appears a long way from home The Gardener obliges and helps him undress Kissing together out of sight of the press She buys designer clothes, Armani, Dior He is quite happy when she asks for more The paperazzi claim, she’s dug up her gold! Zimmer loves the gardener his story’s untold. David Cox 17/06/20