Darling Little Squirrels - Stop! comical poem 660 by Angela Lansbury

 

• Grey Squirrel on fence. Photo by Trevor Sharot. Copyright. 

Those darling little squirrels, cute

Were missing, never seen at dawn

They're back, cute, busy making waves

No - now they're digging up my lawn!

Now handsome is as handsome does

When my garden's their empty stage

Those heroes become villains when

Their actions put me in a rage.

All animals are friends or foe

Depending what they do to you

Depending where they and you go

The fashion, passion, what you know.

Some say that, 'They are troublesome

And when th,ey do their worst

Both they and their defenders

Are evil, and should be cursed'

While others say, 'Please let them be.

They were here first. They should be free!'

What's wrong? They're gone! Now you can see

Each five minutes life changes me.

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It's up to you, that's all from me.

 what will be will be.

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My Prolific Apple Tree Income comical poem 586 by Angela Lansbury

Spreading apple tree. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

I have a spreading apple tree

It's June, and early in the year

How many apples do I see?

Too few, or many, that's my fear

Some years, like last year, were a dearth

Frost killed buds, so fruit? Not any

Some years, apples have worms, bird holes 

Wasps, mush on the ground, too many

Now here's one thought which bothers me

With all those apples and those pips

Why don't I have orchards of trees?

Enough to fill ships sailing seas

I search my brain, I'm thinking back

We've acorns invading our lawn

Acorns, oak leaves, the pictures match

Maybe we've had apples out back

Apple pips might spread wide like seeds

And blow across the nearby street

And feed our entire land of birds

We dig up 'weeds',  no fruit to eat

I think those acorns are the clue

I can't see what's in front of me

I'm sure the answer's clear to you

I can't spot a small apple tree

So now my task is pick a leaf

And check the shape of the outline

And look on top and underneath

My observation will be fine

Leaves and early apples on apple tree,, June, UK. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

I'l be first to identify

If you need help, you'll come to me

I'll nod, and smile and show you why

Free apple trees, drop from the sky

For every year more trees are born

Annoying those who mow the lawn 

Who tear up weeds and planted seeds

As for research, must try harder

Some pips fall on the path, are worn

When one could plant pips in the beds

Some 'weeds' from flower beds are torn

When they should fill our mouths and heads

But I have learned amazing facts

From books, wine tastings, a new clue

You have to graft to get a twin

For fallen pips grow something new 

Now I have thought of what goes wrong

When we've so many pips, all free

I should be planting pips in pots

And sell novelty apple trees.

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