Hanging Gardens Of Babylon Poem by Ima Ryma

Hanging Gardens of Babylon,
One of seven wonders of old
Times, we're listed phenomenon,
No evidence one did behold.
All the trees and shrubs and vines that
Were said to hang in terraced grace
In our gardened habitat,
No proof of us in time and place.
We guess that we got good p.r.
By the many who wrote of us.
And through history we still are,
Despite critics wanting to fuss.

Though physical fact we're in doubt,
In prose and poem we hang out.