Gardener’s Question Time - Edgar Allan Poet

The garden is magnificent:
the fruit trees pruned, all hedges trimmed.
Hours, countless hours, you must have spent
in keeping every lawn-edge strimmed.
Where do you get the energy?
It is a mystery to me.

Oh, I don’t manage on my own:
I keep some zombies in the shed.
They work all day and never moan
for, after all, they are Undead.
I feed them cats to keep them mild
and now and then a neighbour’s child.

That rose bush, too, is wonderful.
Do you use chemicals or what?
The answer is immensely dull:
nutrition from organic rot.
Think of the rose bush as a wreath.
The postman’s buried underneath.

Edgar Allan Poet