(A pic of my garden rockery looking swell)

 

We suffer at the World Cup from the Germans’ discipline

In rugby and in cricket it’s the same;

You’d think New Zealand and the Aussies too might let us win

Inventing as we did the bloody game!

 

But all good things, the saying goes, will come to he who waits

In time those foreign countries will admire us

As Britain plays the ace it holds beyond its garden gates,

Courtesy of this corona virus.

 

For on every patch of garden there’s a bloke who tends his plot

To take a break outdoors from doom and gloom

And thus we’ll show the Jerries and the Ities what was what

When we take first place in gardening’s World in Bloom.

 

Perhaps he’s pruning roses, cutting back to this year’s buds

Or simply digging for the exercise

He’s sowing seeds of brassicas, he’s planting up his spuds

He’s unaware he’s heading for the prize.

 

Yes, at penalties, the Ashes and the rest we’re always failures

With second place the best you could assume;

But nurturing geraniums, tomatoes or his dahlias?

At gardening we’ll smash the World in Bloom.