The Best Laid Plans Poem by Francie Lynch
The Best Laid Plans
I planted my garden
In straight spaced rows;
Under the scrutiny
Of thieving grey squirrels,
But I fooled them, I think,
With my ribbons and bows:
Pink, red, green and yellow,
I hope no one tells 'em,
For I surely won't sell them,
These tatters, tomatos and carrots,
Beets, near lettuce and onions,
And kale, beans and turnip:
All because squirrels
Have been tricked,
Yet they'll turn up.
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