Why You Should Give Up Gardening Poem by bryan wallace

The birds they are singing in the trees,
The sky is a beautiful clear pale blue.
The snowdrops are in splendid bloom
And all is right with the world,
On this beautiful sun-blessed February morning.
All is well with the world and myself,
At peace with my myself and my surroundings
As I sink the spade into gravelly ground.

And then, a faint click could be heard
And a sharp pain shoots across my back.
The peace and harmony broken -
I am in agony as I move around
Trying to find a comfortable position
In which to stand to relieve the pain.
My poor back complains without mercy.

Gardening a healthy hobby? Not at all.
I wouldn't have done this to myself
Sitting in front of daytime telly!