Wonderful Weeds comic poem 209 by Angela Lansbury

 

Inside each body and soul are seeds

Which grow and spread like tangled weeds

When not blessed born in a flower bed

They plant themselves in cracks instead

The elegant ivy inches through town

Its work brings the ancient brickwork down

Looks great until you want to paint

And mouldy walls make you feel faint

What do all plants and humans need

To grow a big plant from a tiny seed?

Just water, sunlight and some heat

Add daily nutrients to eat

That's why the world is full of weeds

Because they grow as well as seeds.

Admire the wonderful world of weeds

Letting wilkflowers thrive is a modern good deed

Yellow dandelions can make soup

I tried it once but just got gloop

Yes tiny white daisies make pretty posies

While my garden's overgrown with rampant red roses.

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Copyright Angela Lansbury August 29th Tuesday 2023

Weeds on the patio. Stanhope Gardens, London. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright. 

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A Wild Garden comic poem number 151 by Angela Lansbury

 

Two foxes in back garden, apple tree and roses. UK. Photo by Angela Lansbury. 

We used to have a gardener

Who called once a week and moved the lawn

And trimmed rose trees to sensible heights

My machete's an umbrella, I feel prickled and forlorn

A garden is a lovely place

But we've no milk nor honey

Useless trees attract dogs, wasps, bees

Our annual gardener wants too much money

Our garden's full of wild life

Rats, cats, snakes, foxes,birds and bees

Welcome to squirrels - everyone

Except for you and me

But never mind 'cos love is blind

Our pot-holed lawn looks dappled

Only a poet could love a place

Where every worm has an apple.

That broken fence will cost a few pence

Rats feasted on my car engine

Although we spared no expense

The rat poison hasn't yet had a win

A mouse shows guests around our house

The ivy is strangling the gutter

The worms know they will be in for a treat

When we are soon six foot under.

How lucky we are

To have a garden and a house

We have it all, six dead neighbours,

Two sleepy neighbours' cats and an athletic mouse.

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I meant the cats are sleepy, contrasting with the athletic mouse evading the useless cats. The fox didn't catch the rats. But the phrase 

'sleepy neighbours' cats' was unintentionally ambiguous. The sleepy neighbours, suggests they have wandering cats and straying dogs. 

The large hole was made by the vixen, we think.

The mouse was not in this house, but my late uncle's. Dead in the breadbin. The mouse. Not my uncle. 

We have had six neighbours die in the last decade, at intervals. Two elderly couples. Plus one man. One woman. Not appriate to discuss more here in the footnote to a comic poem. I am hoping to live to 100 you will have a few more comic poems to read. 

My other lighthearted but slightly cynical, entertaining, blogs include travewithangelalansbury.blogspot.coml and dressofthedayangela.blogspot.com

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