there's not much of anything uglier than a gardener's
mistake
I mean who in his right mind relishes the idea of backing
himself into a forgotten spare rake
Not I,said the cow as she fell upon the soft grassy
ground in a laughing hysterical heap
then proceeded to roll down over the hill
into the muddy stream and out of her wee head not another peep
now with that ponderous idea out of my head I hear alas
myself being called upon by the voice of sleep
and into my cold old bed I snuggle down deep to
chase after rainbows and shoe away sheep............
(written Jan 15,1992 am)