Mary Celeste
When I came to my brother’s house,
In the sweet suburbia, the house was empty.
But the table was set four and dinner
In the kitchen the food was warm.
My brother has a lush garden and it was a hot day
so I switched on the sprinklers before leaving.
I heard muffled screams but thought it was
children in the neighbouring garden playing
hide and seek.
The Gardener and the Rabbit
I came across a rabbit, in my garden neat
He calls into my garden, and finds my grass a treat.
I watched for several hours, he seemed so soft and cute
Then he ate up all my flowers and made contact with my boot.
Next day he came a calling and on my grass did chew
“Now should I go and shoot him and pop him in a stew”?
But then I had the idea, to kill him with my knife
But when I went to get it, he introduced his wife.
Confused, I sat a thinking of all the if’s and maybe’s
But if that was not enough, his wife gave birth to babies.
I invited them to move in, my garden now a bog
To add insult to my injury, they brought along their frog!
Mary , Mary quite contrary
How did my garden grow ?
You know darned well
It's just been hell
With Winter's frost and snow .
Bought expensive seeds
That were colored weeds
That grew and grew some more
So , just like I said
It is wrecking my head
And my green finger is getting sore .
My daffs were a laugh
And my posies can't pose
The buttercups all turned sour.
The ducks in the pond
Are beyond the beyond
And the ivy is poison , for sure .
My frog , Mr. Toad
Took to the road
To meet a Princess
Who is loaded with cash .
I'm sore , sad and sick
Because of Reykjavik
What ain't weeds
Is now covered in ash .
Inspired for Dane-Ann's garden contest .