On the Inexorable Rewilding of my Garden

I admire gardens well-maintained
Every year mine just leaves me drained.
Why is that, you want to know?
All mine does is grow and grow.

Fancy-named flowers, a veggie crop?
All I did was cut and chop.
I never planted any seeds,
I’d never tell them from the weeds.

I have every tool that the market produces,
Hedge trimmer and chainsaw both have their uses.
But could you really say that my fingers were green,
When all I did was use cutting machines?

And since my “bump” I’m such a slob,
Where maintaining the garden’s a full-time job.
But with just one working hand, it’s clear,
That operating chainsaws is a bad idea.

for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 20 September 2020, inexorable.

Author: Mister Bump UK

Formerly Stroke Survivor UK. Designed/developed IT systems for banks, but had a stroke in 2016, aged 48. Returned to developing from home, plus do some voluntary work. Married, with a grown-up, left-home daughter.

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