My name is Plonker, and I am a pot and I have now been
thrown on the compost plot. I have a busted base and a chip
on my rim, my chances of working again are very slim. I have
lived in this garden for many a year and all that surrounds me
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Potty indeed but fresh, cute and certainly unusual!
I shall never look at my garden pots in the same way again after this. Bless all garden pots and wish them well. Delightful read, very well thought out. love Ernestine XXX By the way, all is OK!
Excellent read! To think I thought it was about toilet training! ! Hugs, Dee
Another one of your unique and flowing poem-stories. I do so enjoy them, Sylvia; you are able to create something meaty and readable out of just about anything. These need to be read aloud - they gallop! Love, Fran xx
What an amazing story! Cheers for your rich imagination. Love from your American sister, Sandra
What a funny, sad story. Loved it and love love you. Love Gyp's