You mock the flowers I can raise:
A grown man should find better ways
To sow his seed and harvest praise.
Mutual funds look good, and hiking,
Plumbing repairs, and mountain biking--
Hobbies manly and much more striking.
Adam gardened. Cain, who killed.
Onan bore seed, although it spilled.
John Ball revolted. First he tilled.
Let me manure. I fork. I spread.
Like harlotry, in white and red,
I raise commotion from a bed
For private pleasure, amply paid.
In shadow, color: sun and shade
Where Cain worked hard and Abel played.
2 comments:
this would be wonderful posted in my garden.
The slugs would eat it--unless you put out a dish of beer. Slugs prefer beer to my poems. They are not alone.
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