My Wife's Garden Poem by Donal Mahoney

My wife likes to garden.
She's crazy about roses,
lilies and daisies.
She says I should get out
in the garden and weed.
The roses, lilies and daisies
need more room to grow.

She says her garden would be
better if I would help out.
I'm tempted to tell her I'm not
fond of roses, lilies and daisies
but then I remember before
I met her 50 years ago
I spent some time with
a Rose, a Lily and a Daisy,
not all at once, of course.

Like my wife, they were
nice ladies and I hope they
didn't marry those guys
they weeded me out for.
Their gardens were lovely
but none had gardens
as beautiful as my wife's.
On a cool summer morning
I still like to sprinkle her garden
once she adjusts the nozzle
on this old hose.