Roof Garden Poem by Sharon Jane Lansbury

Roof Garden



Goodness me! What do I see?
Upon a snail, a leafy tree!
And on that fence, why how absurd!
There sits a happy, singing bird!

Then said the snail: ‘I beg your pardon,
you’re looking at my new roof garden! ’
‘Well truly such a lovely sight
it must have taken all your might? ’

‘Indeed I cannot take the praise,
those spiders laboured days and days.
But here’s a lesson I must teach:
A snail cannot roof gardens reach,

For when I try to climb the wall,
it stands to reason that I fall:
Upon its axis, like the world,
Some 90 degrees my garden’s hurled!

So tell me, do my pansies grow,
And does the green lawn need a mow? ’

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