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Re: garden reading, no typos

  • Subject: Re: garden reading, no typos
  • From: ECPep@aol.com
  • Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2001 22:18:51 EST

<<Here it is without the typos>>
 You walked too close, you trod on it.
 You dropped a piece of sod on it.
 You hoed it down.  You weeded it.
 You planted it the wrong way up.
 You grew it in a yoghurt cop.
 But you forgot to make a hole;
 The soggy compost took it's toll.
 September storm.  November drought.
 It heaved in March, the roots popped out.
 You watered it with herbicide.
 You scattered bonemeal far and wide.
 Attracting local omnivores,
 Who ate your plant and stayed for more.
 You left it baking in the sun
 While you departed at a run
 To find a spade, perhaps a trowel,
 Meanwhile the plant threw in the towel.
 You planted it with crown too high;
 The soil washed off, that explains why.
 Too high pH, it hated lime.
 Alas it needs a gentler clime.
 You left the rootball wrapped in plastic.
 You broke the roots.  They're not elastic.
 You walked too close.  You trod on it.
 You dropped a piece of sod on it.
 You splashed the plant with mower oil.
 You should do something to your soil.
 Too rich.  Too poor.  Such wretched titlth.
 Your soil is clay.  Your soil is filth.
 Your plant was eaten by a slug.
 The growing point contained a bug.
 These aphids are contolled by ants,
 Who milk the juice, it kills the plants.
 In early spring your garden's mud.
 You walked around! That's not much good.
 With heat and light you hurried it.
 You worried it.  You buried it.
 The poor plant missed the mountain air.
 No heat, no sumer muggs up there.
 You overfed it it 10-10-10.
 Forgot to water it again.
 You hit it sharply with the hose.
 You used a can without a rose.
 Perhaps you sprinkled from above.
 You should have talked to it with love.
 The nursery mailed it without roots.
 You killed it with those gardening boots.
 You walked too close.  You trod on it.
 You dropped a piece of sod on it.
 Geoffrey Charlesworth
 "A Gardener Obsessed" >>

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