White Garden Poem by Penelope Shuttle

White rose day

in a white garden

summer wilding in and out

of the pergolas of white jasmine

vestal hedges

and pom-pom dahlias

so lets sleep

have a little zizz

for a week or so shall we

in the white rose white rabbit garden

ah but he's not hurrying now

he's too sleepy

the lime-tree walk reveals

its keen green sense of humour

but then it yawns oh it yawns

sleepy questions flora and fauna never ask

are and are not answered

sleepy afternoon of Cloth-Hall dreams

boat-house snores

green scarab beetle winging-by

taking flight from Lady Macbeth's robe

in the white and wealden garden

why not have a lovely snoozy little sleep

at Zizzinghurzzzt

where the spiders reel in their sleepy suppers

and what was I sayingggggg