GARDEN HUMOUR
My Wife the Gardener
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 wasn’t 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! It’s nearly lunchtime Sunday – and I cannot find the maid, Oh no! I don’t believe it! She’s out there WITH THE SPADE!
