The Greenhouse - a True Story
I have a little greenhouse
It sits wobbly on the hill
Constructed from a kitset
Requiring monumental skill
A 40 page instruction book
Said it was a simple task to do
But I was not convinced
That this was entirely true
A fragile aluminium frame
Held with 500 fiddly screws
Was a testing of my patience
To see how many I would lose
The polycarbonate sheets
Fragile and light as fine chiffon
Flew off in the slightest breeze
Before I could attach them on
'Two hours of construction'
Is all the time you need, they say
But let me tell you, that's a lie
Because it took three days
Then in the first nor'easter storm
It collapsed, negating all my labours
The walls were in the paddocks
And the door was at the neighbours
Now it's badly taped together
And held down with bungy cord
So far so good, fingers crossed
We get some vege as a reward!
Copyright © Julie Draper | Year Posted 2023
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