The things I sow,
Somehow don't grow,
I'm sorely disenchanted.
But oh what luck,
I have with stuff,
I haven't even planted!
Author's Notes/Comments:
I wrote this poem a long, long time ago when I used to do gardening with my Grandad and Nana. I actually wrote the poem and then cross-stitched it and framed it for my Grandad's birthday. I was only about 12 but I thought it'd be nice to share it =)