I laminate and post a few of these poems around the in-laws garden at appropriate points for this event. 

 

Geranium Bed

I have a hobby bordering mania

Taking cuttings of gerania;

“Not so!” your criticism comes

It’s plural is geraniums”.

 

Bird Feeders

These little rhymes made up of words

Just pale beside the songs of birds;

We keep these feeders fully stocked

With seeds and nuts to draw the flocks;

Their splash of colour always pleasant,

We even have our local pheasant.

 

Golden Privet Balls

This nick-name’s one that will perplex

That you’d associate with Becks;

But you’d be wrong, you know-it-all,

For these are David’s Golden Balls;

He’s quite prepared, though, to forgive it,

Provided you accept it’s privet.

 

Summer House

And this is where we often laze

For hours on end on summer days;

To shade my eyes I’ll tilt my cap,

Then me and Maureen take a nap.