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Twinkle Twinkle little seed, will you grow to help me feed, Up a trellis, on a vine, in a greenhouse, make me wine, twinkle twinkle little seed, make me something that I need.
Last edited by MissPea; 15-10-2018, 11:12 AM.
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VC or not VC it really doesn't matter
that little old Welsh woman
really likes to chatter
her garden trials, there's no denial
is sometime quite astounding
she scatters seeds among the weeds
then gives the ground a pounding
her methods though different from
the norm
actually does take on some form
with seeds and plants from A to Z
you will find them all set out in beds
but no matter what you think
her garden plans will make
you blink
she sits and dreams of some
weird scheme
to make you cough and splutter
for after all she is the leading
NUTTER
it may be a struggle to reach the top, but once your over the hill your problems start.
Member of the Nutters Club but I think I am just there to make up the numbers
Slugs and snails they sat on the wall,
Slugs and snails said "We'll eat it all"
But we've beer traps and nematodes, egg shells and lime,
So watch out you molluscs you're on borrowed time.
Lumpty Dumpty sat on the wall
'cos Lumpty Dumpty was really quite small.
Sitting high up there made Lumpty feel tall
And piles of old tyres would cushion her fall.
I had a little new plot, nothing would it grow
But a broken milk churn and a rusty crow
I dug and dug and dug again
I filled up skip loads three
And now I'm growing sunflowers
bigger than a tree...
Sing a song of sixpense, a pocket full of jute
Four and twenty blackbirds, ate all my fruit
When the fruit was finished, the birds began to sing
Wasn't that a good reason to bring the netting in?
‘‘Twas the night before seeding.
And all round the house,
VC was grabbing as quiet as a mouse,
She had armfuls of seeds,
To spread the next day,
And, if they all grew whey hay hay.
Early next morning with no sound of a lark,
She stood in her garden,
Under cover of dark.
Ripped open packets were scattered about,
As she bimbled and sashayed the seeds all about.
Now grow you bluffers,
She muttered out loud,
Grow big and healthy and make me feel proud.
Of being a grower,
Like millions and more,
Who tend to the earth to put food in the store.
I’m proud to be potty,
She told little Spud,
As I care for our planet and you know that’s all good.
I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work. Thomas A. Edison
Outreach co-ordinator for the Gnome, Pixie and Fairy groups within the Nutters Club.
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