Mary Mary Poem by Frances M

Mary Mary
how does your garden grow?
Wild and free?
Like it used to be?
They told you to trim it back
to weed away
those ugly dandelions
but you never did.
They told you to trim
the thorny vines,
to sweep away
those fallen leaves.

But you never did.

They placed a plastic cover
over your garden that summer.
and they banned you
from their garden society.

So you built a fence
to hide from the jam maker's dissaproving looks.

Alas
they came knocking
and you could not resist their
buttery scones.
And they gave you their recipe
and they taught you to sew
they chopped back your prickly cactii
and plucked away the daisies
and they lined their pretty maids
all in a row.

This summer you won a trophy.
Congratulations.