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Haiku time I think,
will I be any good at this,
or will I be crap?
My garden loves rain,
It makes everything shoot up green,
and saves on water.
I go away soon,
and when I come back from Spain,
can't wait to see it.
Current Executive Board Members at Ollietopia Inc: Snadger - Director of Poetry RedThorn - Chief Interrobang Officer Pumpkin Becki - Head of Dremel Multi-Tool Sales & Marketing and Management Support Jeanied - Olliecentric Eulogy Minister piskieinboots - Ambassador of 2-word Media Reviews
Enjoy your holiday Ollie my dear
I hope that you get to drink lots of beer
Your garden will flourish while you are away
So will the weeds - well what can I say!
Gardening, such a funny thing
Rows of carrots, birds that sing
Sun shining on your back
Give that clod another thwack
Mud on your fingers, dirt in your toes
Most of it's managed, with hard work and hoes
Seed packs lined up in neat little boxes
Some folk keep chickens, watching for foxes
Sitting on benches at the end of the day
Gardn'ins a past time, though others will say
That gardens are time traps, lost in a daze
Yet they continue to inspire, enthrall and amaze
Pests and diseases, particularly slugs
Organically dealt with using old beer by the glug
Ladybird armies to fend of the greenfly
Where do they all come from, my oh my
Beautiful flowers, some turning edible
Holy cow, is that really a vegtable?
Summer closes, village shows and harvest
The prettiest, the most, the biggest and largest
Glut, excess and too many onions
Ladies in wellies, nursing their bunions
Fondest of memories from yester year
Grandad once gardened just over here
Growing the same things, that I do today
Now things are growing, where he peacefully lay
Sheds and greenhouses, buckets and spades
Not to build sandcastles, no not right now
But I'll build an empire, just hand me my trowel
My timing's all out again, nothing's on time
I've just about used up, all the words I can rhyme
But I'll leave you all with a smile and some cheer
Never mind, there's always nexct year!
So zazen, you say nothing rhymes with onion,
but what about minion, crayon and bunion,
stallion, scallion, pillion and bullion,
and numbers like million, billion or trillion?
Current Executive Board Members at Ollietopia Inc: Snadger - Director of Poetry RedThorn - Chief Interrobang Officer Pumpkin Becki - Head of Dremel Multi-Tool Sales & Marketing and Management Support Jeanied - Olliecentric Eulogy Minister piskieinboots - Ambassador of 2-word Media Reviews
I don't think I shall ever see
a poem as lovely as a bee
It's true the bee is finely made
to fly and frolic in the glade,
she's of a perfect mini-size
to forage and to fertilize.
She seeks for pollen in the clover
and gives our plants a going-over,
without her rummage-dance so beautiful
so much growth would be left unfruitiful.
Yes, the bee's fine-formed and neat,
just like your poem, so short and sweet.
My hopes are not always realized but I always hope (Ovid)
Ollie started this clever thread
To see if the grapes could be easily lead.
How does your garden grow today?
And did your chicks manage to lay?
The grapes completed the difficult task
Whats new today is all we ask.
Join in with news that is personal to you
At the end of the day you can enjoy a good brew.
BumbleB
I have raked the soil and planted the seeds
Now I've joined the army that fights the weeds.
I had my first spuds yesterday,
'Maris Piper' they are - I must say
They were lovely and big,
So I made quite a pig
Of myself, there being nothing to pay,
Since I'd grown them myself, in the plot,
So I boiled them, and ate quite a lot,
With French beans (Cherokee)
And a courgette - all free,
cos I grew them, and paid not a jot!
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