While standing high up on a step ladder
Cutting my hedge with a pair of shears
A nosey neighbour stepped into my garden
I almost fell
When he startled me
Unexpectedly he appeared
From behind my well craft arch
Gossiping words I didn't want to hear
I continued with my duel
While he nattered away
Chatter chatter chatter
Half way down
Natter natter natter
Almost finished
Moan moan moan
I'm done
I turned and thanked him
For helping me get my hedge done
Still he continued to mutter
Very nice. I can't pinpoint just what it was that held me but I saw something like creativity coming out of the mundane. Loved it. Ez
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Suzan, Is the good news that the shears, remained within your hands? B.V.A.