RASPBERRIES IN HEAVEN

My overgrown, deep reddish, raspberry vine,

Dug its sticky prickers, deep into my spine,

They stuck me so deep,

They bled me to sleep,

I now pick berries with the angels, divine. 

THE POTATO SUPER EIGHT

There were once eight garden heroes, called The Potato Super Eight,

They protected the vegetable garden, and they were first rate,

They chased off the worms and bugs,

The raccoons, gophers and slugs,

They were eight handsome, perfect spuds, all the green beans wanted to date.

THE WRINKLED CARROT IN A JAR

Today I found a wrinkled carrot, sealed tight in a glass mason jar,

It got really dry and spongy, sitting in the backseat of my car,

Where did that dried carrot grow?

In my garden, I think so,

I'll use it as a conversation piece, on display in my wet bar.

MY FLOWER GARDEN SONG

My arbutus looks so very pretty,

Sitting in my garden in mid-city,

Then there is my daisy,

All flopped over crazy,

Then there is rose, my prickly old bitty.   

I DON'T GROW PLANTS TO FREEZE

I am hoping spring will get here real soon,

I've started seeds growing, to plant in June,

If it's too cold,

My plants, I'm told,

Will freeze to death, with the rising new moon.

I FOUND A NICKEL, WHEN I PLANTED MY CHERRY

I bought a cute, little cherry tree, and put it in the ground,

I put a steak in beside it with a pound, pound, pound, pound, pound,

So the cherry tree would not break,

I tied it firmly to the stake,

My dig turned up something shinny, a new nickel I done found.

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I'M AN UNHAPPY PANSY MAN

I caught a rabbit in my trap,

He started to cry, and I'm a sap,

I let him go,

That so and so,

He ate my pansies, now I'm unhap

I GROW A GARDEN IN MY POTS AND PANS

My pots and pans are full of mold,

I should have washed them, I've been old,

But I need my veggies each day,

So I grow them my way,

I use the molds in my stew, and I never catch cold.

WE EAT WHAT DADDY GROWS IN THE GARDEN, NOT

Ben's peppers were an abnormal hot,

They made all his kids noses, run snot,

Kids would not eat them,

They stayed on the stem,

Until they became putrid with rot.

THE SHINY, PRETTY THING I KILLED

I observed a shinny, pretty flower,

I feared a big, ugly bug might devour,

So I got some bug spray,

And, I sprayed away,

The flower was dead, within an hour.

KNEE KNOCKERS, BB BALLS AND GNOMES

My statues have some limitations; they stand only 2 feet tall,

When I knock them over, they break, then they are not statues at all,

I don't mind breaking garden gnomes,

Not crazy for their chromosomes,

Then my nephew destroys all the rest, firing his BB ball.

MY FOOD IS COMPLICATED

My peppermint plant wilted and died,

It sat in the sun, I guess it's vitals got fried,

My cabbage got the worms, 

With that I've come to terms,

But, my rhubarb ran to the forest to hide.

MAROON COULD BE A COLOR, BUT IT IS DEFINITELY NOT A FRIEND

My garden potatoes were colored maroon,

No one would eat them, except Mr. Raccoon,

He ate them on a dare,

Then messed his underwear,

He sat on the toilet from noon until noon.

MY BUCKET LACKS A HOLE

My chives have done poorly, because their bucket has no hole,

They just sit rotting in water, I'm afraid they have lost their soul,

Should've made sure the bucket had a drain,

Would've saved my chives from death and pain,

Now having chives for dinner is an unachievable goal.

HOE, HOE, HOE AND MAKE MY TUBERS GROW

My little potato plant would not grow,

I asked it why? It did not know,

When under it, I dug,

I found the tubers, snug,

I un-snugged the tubers with my garden hoe.

PETS EAT THE DARNDEST THINGS

I bought some worm castings to mix into my soil,

So I could grow tulips without the hard toil,

But my doggie Ruff Ruff,

Ate my worm castings stuff,

Now his belly is swelly, and it gurgle and boil.

IF YOU HAVE A NO DRAIN, IT COULD BE LETHAL

I planted my tomatoes in an old tin pot,

The pot had no drain, so they got the root rot,

My tomato plants went dead,

Cautionary tale, tis said,

Drill some holes in the bottom, dot, dot dot.

HAVOC WITH THE LITTLE SPLEEN

My tomatoes turned from pink to a tan-green,

I should not of coated them with my sunscreen,

But, in the sun they got hot,

Boiled dry, without a pot,

And, dried tomatoes raise havoc, with my little spleen.

GARDENER LOU AND THE BIG CHOO CHOO

There was this very crazy guy, everyone called him Lou,

Planted a veggie garden and not a single veggie grew,

He bought a little Jeep,

It went honk, beep, beep,

The Jeep got hit by a big train, and Lou then tried to sue.

LAMENT FOR THE BABY PLANT

My tomato plant did not get very tall,

It was fine, until we had the snow squall

It would of had a life of green,

If the warm sun it had seen,

Poor thing, almost had no life at all.