The Mole. A Gardener's Poem
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(Not my mole:)) |
The Mole
My garden is a battlefield,
and mole its silent foe.
Everywhere are heaps of soil,
for that critter's on the go!
I try to stay on top of things,
I rake and flatten; hoe
and even pour out smelly "Jik,"
but the mole just will not go!
Then thinking of a brand new plan,
I grab my garden hose,
I blast away to drown him out,
but his heaps just grow and grow!
Then on a day of peaceful work,
of happy cheerful labour,
my foot sinks down and hard I fall,
to cheers from moleish neighbour!
And now, you ask, was battle won,
by this insistent digger?
Have garden tools been packed away?
Whilst nasty beastie sniggers?
Oh no, my friend just rest assured,
the mole did me a favour,
for now the value becomes clear,
of planting in containers!
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Copyright: Alison Lawrence
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