Tuesday, 7 August 2007

the gardeners lament

Gardening is so much fun
Cos’the wife does it all and I do none
I’m so daunted by this awsome task
If she wants a cup of tea she need only ask
I make sure the spade is always by her side
And if she asks for any help I disappear inside
After every exausting day
I help to bring the clothes in
Though it turns me grey
And after the tedious journey
To lock up the shed
I nurse my aching wrist and
Go limping up to bed
Dreaming of the loathsome tasks tomorrow
I think I’ll go and have a pint
To drown my sorrow.

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