Vine Nursery Rhymes

[Chrissyteacup]

The robin in the garden goes
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The robin in the garden goes
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All day long

The weeds on the plot go
Grow grow grow
Grow grow grow
Grow grow grow
The weeds on the plot go grow grow grow
All day long

The slugs on the veggies go
Munch munch munch
Munch munch munch
Munch munch munch
The slugs on the veggies go
Munch munch munch All day long

[Lumpy]

I’m sorry depressed readers but I couldn’t help it......

We are killing our planet,
With our plastic and stuff,
Eventually we know,
It will say that’s ENOUGH.

People like us try what we can,
To repair some of the damage created by man.

Our wildlife is dying because of our need for stuff,
I’m sad for our planet cause it’s had enough.

I want to help it but Governments stall,
To do for the planet that will affect us all.

So please think of growing and tending the earth,
The wildlife’s import,
This is the place of our birth.

We need to encourage as much as we can,
Else the Earth will become a desolate land.

Stop using plastics, grow your own bits,
Look after the wildlife and.....
Please do your bit.

[Philthy]

There are a group of plants that command respect,
for their fruits can inflict pain you'd never expect.
These are the chillies, and I'll make a prediction,
once you start growing them it'll become an addiction.
They come to you in all shapes and sizes,
innocent and sweet, or packing surprises.
Some are slender, others are lumpy,
brightly coloured and down right funky.
But approach with caution and take a small bite,
or regret it quickly while others laugh at your plight.
The endorphins kick in and the rush takes you higher,
but to reach it again, you must breathe that fire.
After the burn you vow never again,
until another comes along with an unusual name...

My first effort, so go easy

[1Bee]

Rub and dub dub, three spuds in a tub
And what do think there was there?
The blighted the slighted, the slugged and benighted
Oh woe to spud fans everywhere...


Hickory Dickory Dock
I have so many weeds on the plot
The dandelion
The comlumbine
And the hickory dickory Dock.

Three cabbage whites
Three cabbage whites
See how they flit
See how they fly
The laid all over the brocolli
Their babies munched all the PSB
Did you ever see such a plague in your life
As three cabbage whites...

[1Bee]

My mother, a sonnet.

My mother grew a hundred blissful flowers,
And sat in honeysuckle-scented bowers.
She read and learned of all that blooms and grows,
And nurtured orchids, cannas and the rose.
In cultivating flora old and new
She found her joy, and blithely shared it, too,
For cuttings, seeds and plantlings left her hands
To grow and thrive and bless in other lands
She aged, she hurt, in surgery she quailed
She loved her garden, still, and then she failed.

I grieved her in the digging, in the ground
I mourned her in the growing, and I found
That though she grew her flowers and I my food
I set my hand to soil, and mend my mood.

[lottie dolly]

cannot think of anything,just want to say,some clever minds out there

[Philthy]

The best investment I ever made,
was neither a barrow, nor a spade.
It was a house, made of glass,
as growing outside can be a pain in the **** (I'm a southerner )
While beans and carrots are hardy and tough,
alas, the exotics are made of punier stuff.
I've been known to cosset, to primp and prune,
to aid and encourage, under sun or moon.
The wind can gust, the rain can fall,
in our sanctuary, we're oblivious to all.
The plants don't just grow, but positively thrive,
making my job much easier of keeping them alive.
An agreeable space, but not free of strife,
from lurking greenfly (to a visit from the wife)
What to grow next, is my only dilemma,
I shall ponder it now, over a can of Stella

[Lumpy]

The Queen of Hearts,
She made more tarts,
That were loved by all the people.

But the Queen of Hearts,
Knew a secret,
Not known by all those people.

Lottie Doll made the tarts,
But the Queen took all the money,
She pushed her sweets as home grown treats,
To confuse all the people.

But, Lottie Doll made the sweets,
Using home grown fruit and effort.
She worked all day,
To make them pay,
Without a moan or quibble.

One day a hack reported back,
To the paper that they worked for.
She told the truth,
About Lottie Doll and her creation for the people.

Lottie Doll was most abashed,
With the fame the report had bought her,
However she grew more fruit,
For ever increasing orders.

[Philthy]

Normally I'm a pacifist, a real chilled guy,
but I make an exception when it comes to greenfly
They'll arrive discreetly, with little fanfare,
then all of a sudden, the sods are everywhere!
Treating my plants with reckless abandon,
they go where they like, and don't care what they land on.
Well I won't stand by and watch their destruction,
I'll respond in kind, with force, or suction.
Suffocation, or drowning, revenge will be sweet,
and if they don't like it, they can vote with their feet.
I'll grin as they flee, there's nowhere to hide,
I'll keep on going until I achieve genocide.
Gotta be firm when showing them the door,
this battle is won, but never the war