I CALLED TO SEE MY FRIEND TODAY AND MUCH TO MY SUPRIZE.
SHE'S SITTING VERY SADDENED TEARS STREAMING FROM HER EYES.
CRYING ALL THE MORNING HER BEAUTIFUL GARDEN GONE.
AS WHEN SHE WOKE THIS MORNING BARE PATCHES WHERE SUN SHONE
DEBRI SCATTERED EVERYWHERE NOT A BUD IN SIGHT.
COMPOST PILES UPON THE FLOOR TUBS ALL TURNED UPRIGHT.
VANDALS BEEN AROUND AGAIN WHAT SHE'D LIKE TO DO.
TEAR THEM INTO PIECES THERE NECKS SHE'D LIKE TO SCREW.
QUICK!! I SHOUTED MAGGIE THE CULPRIT WAS STILL THERE.
I'M GOING OUT TO GET HIM AND GRAB HIM BY THE HAIR.
YOU GO GET SOME REAL STRONG CORD OR A BALL OF VERY THICK STRING.
WE''LL TIE HIM UP AND SIT ON HIM,THEN POLICE WE'RE GOING TO RING.
HELLO!! PC HAWKINS CAN YOU CALL RIGHT ROUND.
"MY GARDENS VANDALISED AGAIN" AND THE CULPRIT WE HAVE FOUND.
WE'VE TIED HIM VERY TIGHTLY TO THE GARDEN FENCE.
SO I'M PRESSING CHARGERS HERE AND NOW FOR THIS BAD OFFENCE.
HURRY CAN YOU PC MY HANDS ARE ROUND HIS THROAT.
AS I HAVE LOST ALL PACIENCE NOW WITH FARMER GILES'ES GOAT. HAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
3 comments:
I just loved that ~ Farmer Gile'es Goat lol ~ could just picture you with your hands around it's throat ~ Ally
The culprit is the goat! I will have to send you Terri's journal address as she has lots of goats and I think you would enjoy reading her journal. Time to get the fences fixed to keep the goat from another episode. mark
OH LOL! I dont guess you think its funny. Mark sent me your link. I'm glad you came by my journal. I like the poem.
Terrie
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