Your Garden Poem by Coolwater Menstruums Shannon Daron Strauss

NO MORE MEDITERAINIAN FRUIT FLY'S; YOUR GARDEN IS SAFE

YOUR MIND CAN REST NOW, NO NEED FOR TENSION PUT A SMILE ON YOUR FACE

THE HARVEST HAS BLOOMED OVERNIGHT W/ THE MOON

SOILED BY THE EARTHS FUNDAMENTAL NUTURING CARE

I ADMIRE YOUR GARDEN I AM GLAD IT IS THERE

ESSENTIAL AND FINE LIKE THE DAY YOU WERE BORN

DEPRIVED FROM FRUIT FLIES, YOUR GARDENS PESTY LORN

I SEE OILS JUICES SAUCES, HOT TO PLEASANT

I MUST WALK THROUGH YOUR GARDEN AGAIN.... IT'S LIKE HEAVEN

MAY I BE A CHOOSER; CAN I HAVE A MEASURE

THE SCALE DOESN'T LIE, NEITHER DOES THE EYE

I WANT TO FEEL THAT LEAF IT LOOKS SO FULL

LOOK AT THAT STEMMING WORKING AS A STOOL

THERE'S SO MUCH EXCITEMENT IN YOUR GARDEN I NOW SEE WHY

YOUR GARDEN WAS THE JOY OF THE FRUIT FLIES

NOT ONLY FUN, BUT SWEET TO THE BUDS

A CASTLE IN MAINE W/ A RIVER FLOWING INSIDE, ISN'T EVEN WORTH THE MUD

NOT W/ THIS GARDEN- LOOK AT THE CURVES

THE VEGES; THE FRUITS.... WAIT DON'T TELL ME, ARE THOSE MY HERBS

YOUR GARDEN IS EVERYTHING I FEEL SO ALIVE!

THANKS FOR HAVING ME TEND TO YOUR GARDEN TEACHING ME HOW TO SURVIVE

WHO TAUGHT YOU TO GARDEN IS MY FRIENDLY QUESTION

HOW LONG HAVE YOU DONE THIS... HOW OLD ARE YOU 26

YOUR SKIN IS SO TIGHT, YOUR SO PRETTY, YOU LOOK SO YOUNG

NO WAY I'M BELIEVING YOUR 101....!

I MEAN REALLY YOUR GARDEN IS SPECIAL