Ode To A Patio - Poem by Sheena Blackhall
I had a little patio, I tended it with care,
But still, it looked so lonely in its suburban lair!
I bought it gnomes and trinkets, and plastic frogs from Ayr,
(To replicate the live ones that used to frolic there.)
And just last Wednesday morning, to celebrate the Spring,
I bought a cd disc where simulated bluetits sing.
And now life's so much nicer, dawn chorus comes at will.
I just switch on my cd, and monitor each trill.
I do think fields are nasty, with cows that moo for hours.
They poo in awkward places. They pee upon the flowers.
I think I'll make a video called 'Cows and grazing crop'
And then we could incinerate them all and build a shop.
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