Friday, July 1, 2011

Gettin' Bossy with the Garden

In the garden, dry and dusty,
Weed infested, blown by gusty
Winds from western prairie state,
There I stepped, demeanor: "crusty."

"Take this hose to change your fate;
Drink the water.  Thirst, abate!
Never mind if it be rusty.
Drink!  You dirt field.  Drink!  Don't wait.


John said...

I am confused, bewildered, befuddled
I thought Iowa was all a'puddled?
Hasn't the spring been filled with rain?
How is it this garden has been spared that pain?

W.B. Picklesworth said...

You are right in your confusion.
Yes, there's been a true profusion
Of the wet, persistent rain.
Yet the garden's dry again!

That is to say, the darn thing dries up pretty quickly! Oh, and there was a bit of hyperbole involved too. ;-)