Todays poem: ‘Garden’

If I were a Garden, I would beg you were pardon

for stepping all over my lovely green hair.

If I were a Garden, I would beg you were pardon

for walking straight past not even a glare.

If I were a Garden, I would beg you were pardon

for picking my beauty without any care.

If YOU were a Garden, I would beg you were pardon

for letting my dog shit on you, pissing up your fence, having sex in your trees and throwing empty beer cans and cigarette butts behind your bench!

The end

‘Garden’ 2016 by Alan Burdett

Author: alanburdettillustration

Artist 🧑‍🎨

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