The Marrow Thief
My gardening proclivity was widely recognised,
A gift to which my friends would all attest ;
A nuance of distinction in the flavour and the size
Produced a crop a cut above the rest.
A sorry saga started though when carrots disappeared
Then lettuces were strewn across the ground.
And in the barren garden which was once my pride and joy,
No sign of vegetation could be found.
So when my monster marrow met the same disastrous fate,
I hid from sight to catch the brazen thief
And peeping through the aperture within my garden shed
I viewed the scene with utter disbelief!
My neighbour's rabbit sat there somewhat swollen now in size,
Such brash temerity left me aghast!
And then I heard its owner speak these words in gleeful voice:
'The village trophy shall be mine at last!'
23/11/18
Eight Word Challenge-9 Poetry Contest : sponsored by John Hamilton
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