Summer Night, 1913, by Albert Bloch
Sometimes I think there's trouble in my garden-
Not little Peter Wabbit or Sammy the Slug
Or even an enormous potato bug
Excuse me-I do beg your pardon
But something is chomping up my garden!
I've fenced with chcken wire
I've spritzed with soap
I even tried chili powder
With zero results!
I'm imagining a small Irish green elf
Who is chortling and laughing all to himself
You see he's the one who's the guilty party
He's inviting them all to come and eat hearty!
He's lifting the wire
Brushing off the powder
He's hosing off the soap
and thinks I'm a dope!
Well, HAH I'll get even-just wait for winter
He'll be pressing his nose to the icy window
Asking oh please do let me in I'm cold you know
So- I'll make a deal and listen to his wishes
He'll get dinner but will have to do the dishes!
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Cheers, Chuckles and Happy Gardening!