The Customer Is Always Right Poem by Patti Masterman

There must be some mistake-
Some mix-up in the bookkeeping.
He was not meant to recline
In the shade of cold marble:
All the angles are wrong,
The perimeters too confining.

He preferred curling tendrils of ivy
True, he wanted the vegetables-
Sadly absent around here-
Neatly aligned, and surrounded by
All the gardeners paraphernalia:
Casually displayed; never hidden from view.

A sprawl of dogs to complete it.
He was never much for ceremony
And over-kempt hedgework-
Can't you check one more time,
To make sure things are done
According to his wishes?