On the outskirts of the city
There’s a place that’s very pretty.
A semi rural paradise
for those who can afford the price.
A small elite community
where the norm’s eccentricity.
If you should choose to garden nude
your neighbours would not think you rude.
The watchword here is tolerance
It would not rate a second glance
From neighbours who were passing by.
Although some might wonder why.
You choose to garden in the nude
because you want to they conclude.
28-Jun-08
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Nice poem, Ivor... I can picture you both in MY garden along with the 10 billion ants... Ouch... Colin J...
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I would like to translate this poem
In Texas you won't garden nude, the fireants are a nasty brood *10*! ! They would make a snack out of your skin, leaving acid burns, deep within! A swell read Ivor! ! Best wishes! ! Friend Thad