Our Wonderful Gardener

The gardener comes just once a month
To tidy up the plot,
Roses, weeds and camomile
She certainly trims the lot.
The grass is cut with mower,
The edges are edged clean,
And when it comes to weeding
She really is the queen.
The two hours that she toils
Is really not quite long,
She bends and kneels and crouches,
She cuts and trims and digs,
And quickly gets the job done
And then off to home she ‘jigs’.
The gardeners name is Carey,
She really is the biz,
She wears a leather belt
For all her tools she needs.
She wears her shorts in summer
They’re in shades of green or brown,
Her hair is bright and curly
As she potters out of town.
I hear that she is busy
Other gardens she keeps clean,
She is very nymph like
And looks fit as a new pin.
But talking to her daughter
Last night upon the ‘phone’,
Gardening is not her only pleasure
For she toils down at the gym!


© Nick Rigazzi-Tarling 18 July 2009