Plotting Rabbits Poem by Andy Brookes

We wanted an allotment, a growing in plot,
So we found a nice one, in a lovely spot.
We paid our money and got to work,
Weeding and seeding we didn't shirk.

We planted cabbages, corn, shallot,
A space to each we did allot.
We tended it from morn till night
And for our precious plants did fight.

Protected them from storm and hail,
Weeds and pests and the dreaded snail.
Raised potatoes, swedes and beet,
Grew good things that we could eat.

So joyfully to harvest we did come,
But there was nothing left, not even a crumb.
All our hard work it seems was shot,
For the rabbits had eaten the flaming lot