by Gregory Blair
A very pretty garden, don't you think?
It always gives me quite a sense of pride
So manicured and easy to control--
Truly more rewarding than a bride.
I've married, sir, and surely shall again
(I wouldn't want you thinking something wrong),
But women's words and whims can oft annoy;
My garden and I always get along.
My wives, they come and go with every spring.
(My garden gets so green that time of year!)
I sacrifice so much for my true love...
And fertilizer's getting far too dear.
So, yes, I'll wed your ward; she'll surely do.
I always love fresh daffodils...don't you?