Down The Garden Path

Come in! Come in! Before our tea,
I wonder- would you like to see

The garden -though it's past its best!
These squirrels aren't they a pest?
They break the flowers and steal my fruit.
If I Just had a gun I'd shoot
them all. 1 would, I'd kill the lot!
My roses- yes, I know- black spot
and mildew they're a sorry sight
A spray? No sir! It isn't right
to fling these Chemicals about.
I'd far, far, rather do without

the flowers, and certainly its true
my flowers are feeble things, and few.
A glimpse now would you 'like to snatch
of my small vegetable patch?
My Runner beans don't do too well -
my pigeons eat them, beans and shell
My cabbages - the cabbage white
had them in tatters overnight.
Mt lettucesa are full of bugs,
and eaten down by snails and slugs.
I wonder, is it worth the sweat,
for all the produce that I get?
Come this way now, and mind the step.
Oh dear; You�ve overturned the skep!
that step is shaky where you fell
you managed up though, pretty well.
just stung by nettles, nothing broken?
Here, let me soothe it with a docken
Lucky that one is growing near!
Don be upset about that hive
that you knocked down -there's none alive.
This winter past I clean forgot
to feed them, so I the lot.
My goodness me! There's still some more!
Where have they slung you,is it sore?
Come on then now the bees are roused
it's time that we were safely housed.

John Waddell