World naked gardening day, 14th May.

Yep, 14th of May..........if it's warm enough.

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Twas a sunny day on may 14th when I went out to hoe,
I took all of my clothes off & started down a row.
The weeds were falling nicely,till I began to know,
That splinters on the handle, had got me down below.

The splinters hurt but with my shirt, I put the problem right,
A bandage came in handy, but gave the wife a fright.
The problem solved, I gained resolve, to carry on with fettle,
The next job on the list was strimming down the nettles.

Revving up the strimmer, I boldly waded in there,
The screaming started quickly,the swearing came from thin air,
The running to the rhubarb, my god you should have been there,
With legs of green, a curdling scream and swabs & swabs of vinegar.

Recovering from my ordeal, I looked around composing,
There must be some stuff that I can do that don't require some clothing.
I looked and looked for other tasks, but sinkingly I noticed,
The only job left on the list was grubbing up the roses.

 

Marley,

Looking at this picture, don't think so, there'd be a queue outside your garden door!

 

Well i'd be round like a shot:D

Sorry about rhyming without a poetic licence, but i've added a few more verses. Need someone to write the music now for our GC folk band.

 

Sounds like fun. Especially considering I have an old lady as one neighbour, and a catholic church on the other side. I might cause the nuns to have impure thoughts.

 

Thanks Ziggy, that did make me laugh.
You could easily set your poem to this tune - and there's plenty of space for a few more verses :D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKxD931s4O8

 

Only if you like the sound of a Badger being strangled :D