I read this in No Dig Garden Blog and just had to pass it on. I'm thinking my husband must have written this, even though his name is not Peter and I'm not sure he knows anything about poetry.
My Wife the Gardener
~ Peter (poem found in old magazine)She dug the plot on Monday
the soil was rich and fine,
She forgot to thaw out dinner
so we went out to dine...
She planted roses Tuesday
she says they are a must,
They really are quite lovely
but she quite forgot to dust.
On Wednesday it was daisies
they opened up with sun,
All whites and pinks and yellows
but the laundry wasnt done...
The poppies came on Thursday -
a bright and cherry red,
I guess she really was engrossed
she never made the bed...
It was violets on Friday
in colours she adores,
It never bothered her at all
all crumbs upon the floors
I hired a maid on Saturday
my week is now complete,
My wife can garden all she wants
the house will still be neat!
Its nearly lunchtime Sunday
and I cannot find the maid,
Oh no! I dont believe it!
Shes out there WITH THE SPADE!
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