Sunday, January 29, 2012




A gardener, I am not.
I shove things in a pot
And they either grow or, usually, they don't.
Some manage to survive,
And even, sometimes, thrive,
But the exercise is always 'will or wont'.

Above, see an example,
A local gardener's sample,
Of lilies (well, at least I think they are.)
They were growing in profusion,
Much to my confusion,
Whereas my poor thing was drooping, below par.

Yes, one lily, that is all,
Standing near the garden wall,
Hide-bound in something tolerably ceramic.
A teeny little bloom,
Hardly worth house-room,
And not in any way large or dynamic.

I hadn't realised
That they could be large-sized!
I thought that they were pot-plants, nothing more!
And then I saw this bevy,
All flowering and top-heavy!
One day I'm going to study gardening lore!

Australian Prime Minister Julia Gillard is escorted out for safety by body guards and police through a crowd of rowdy protesters following a ceremony to mark Australia's national day in Canberra, Australia, Thursday, Jan. 26, 2012. (AP / Lukas Coch)



A Prime Minister on the run!
And she wasn't the only one!
An Aboriginal group was giving chase!
We all found it quite amazing
To see all this hell-raising
For Australia's a pretty docile place!
Now we're learning of intrigue!
Were the Laborites in league?
Is there more to learn about this odd disgrace?
All this silly cut and thrust
Leaves most of us nonplussed.
For some Machiavellian insights watch this space!

1 comment:

Red Nomad OZ said...

Haha! I could feel my gardening 'black thumb' twitching when I read this!! Terrific!!

PS I followed your blog because I like your poetry, not because I thought it'd be OZ-centric!! Thanx to Google reader, I haven't been leaving many comments!! Hope your weekend has been great!