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| My Mom could do it... |
And I never could.
E’en though it would have brought an increase
in our livelihood.
Conditions were too dry some years
The seeds just did not grow,
Though I set the sprinklers there
To splash both to and fro.
And some years were too wet, I guess
The results were still the same.
And though I weeded carefully,
Their non-growth brought me shame.
Then one year all was right, they grew
Right near to touch the sky,
And like ol’ Curly in the song
High as an el’phant’s eye!
But that year came the crickets, they made
Short work of my plants,
And what they didn’t
eat were soon
Devoured by the ants.
At long last, I threw in the towel
Gave up the scheme as lost,
Decided that the whole thing came
With just too big a cost.
So now I’m happy. My new scheme goes
Just the way I plan,
Cause now the best way to grow corn
Is to get it from a can!
Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we all besought,
To try to make the week begin
With pleasant thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So all of us, together, we
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?
A big, huge thanks to our new friend
SpikesBestMate, our love we send!
Next week (it's globally endemic),
From Baili and I it's The Pandemic!
