When the Spider Bit my Hand

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;...

but the plantain had removed the poison,

swelling gone,

problem done.

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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