Limerick: Hoeing Weeds Poem by Kim Barney
Limerick: Hoeing Weeds
I'm out hoeing weeds in my garden,
And feeling like I need a warden.
I just work like an ape
To see what kind of shape
I can manage to get my yard in.
Hoeing weeds to me is like being on a prison chain gang work crew, hence the statement that I feel like I need a warden.
Our garden area was apparently not utilized by the people who lived in our house during the two summers that we were in Brazil, so some of the weeds seem to think that they are now permanent residents. I have news for them!
you call THAT a hoe? ? ? you call THOSE weeds? ? for our weeds, we need a backhoe! ! ! bri :)
Maybe add some lime and some sand nice to see some limericks appearing ta
It's that time of year again. Dandelion season is in full swing. I like to imagine that in Heaven I will get the plaque as the person who has pulled the most weeds on Earth, if ever such a presentaion is made.
I usually enjoy the harder aspects of gardening. Soreness inevitably ensues, but so does a Zen-like state and sense of accomplishment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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9/20/2024 2:57:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely poem based on your tiring work tending weeds in your own garden. It is nice to see your labor has borne a fruit in the shape of this amazing limerick. Thanks.