Live and let live





Lilies



Lilies are a lovely plant,

A long-time favourite of my aunt

They flower for her every day

More so since uncle passed away

He's buried there in the bed

Since Aunt bashed him in the head



It wasn't just your normal spat

She loved lilies; he loved his cat

Every day she'd rake and hoe

Each night tht cat would boldly go

Tension grew and grew and grew

Until one day aunt's temper blew



With bulging eyes and face all red

She grabbed a shovel from the shed

And swung it like a baseball bat

She first whacked uncle, next the cat

Aunt tenderly laid them to rest

Poor Uncle and that wretched pest



She buried them real close to home

Beside the fence in sandy loam

Where Aunt sometimes will pluck a bloom

And ponder on the victims' doom

She oft regrets that it were so

But oh those lilies, how they grow



From the Diary of a Mad Gardener