This is the mulch pile that,
as my Farmer said,
"Needs to get used;
the grass beneath it is dead!"
This is the flower bed
where mulch was in need...
to blanket the enlarged garden
and squelch out the weed.
This is the glove for my gardening work:
the garden and mulch pile,
I no longer could shirk.
This is the place where the spider's web was
unbeknownst to myself
he took up house in his fuzz.
This month old scar is what's left
from stinging pangs:
thinking mulch stuck my wrist
when I saw twas not, but his fangs.
Here grows the plantain that was picked and minced
then placed with a hot tea bag while in pain I winced.
This is the mailbox where the ER bill will come;...
So if you are a'gardening and you come upon a fiend,
remember good friend Plantain,
he's the best Dr. for your need.
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