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His Cherished Domain

His Cherished Domain

 

The garden was proclaimed as his domain

as every plant, blade and flower bed he had lain

He ruled it with an iron rod and a watering can

and did every family member from it ban

 

The lawn was a veritable carpet of green

which could not be used but only seen

The greenhouse, a fortress of growth and heat

anyone found trespassing; he would beat

 

The garden enjoyed all his attention

and nothing could provide more temptation

The lawn, verges, rockery and plant pots

for the tyrant were his best hot spots

 

One sunny day whilst he was away

I decided to take some of the sun´s golden ray

I placed a quilt on the precious lawn

which after several hours did a yellow stain spawn

 

This was plain for all to see

and I was the guilty party

 

Watering cans were brought into use 

but in reallity were of very little use

The amber stain, oblong and flat

was there for all to see, and that was that

 

When the tyrant returned home for tea

he found that all was not as it should be

His carpet of perfect green had been rudely desiccated

and in a frenzy of anger he remonstrated

 

The culprit readily admitted his guilt

as he shamefacedly clutched the quilt

The tyrant with fury did glower 

all of which increased his power

◄ A Frontier of Contrast

Befuddled ►

Comments

<Deleted User> (13762)

Sat 15th Apr 2017 08:28

I could think of a few cardboard cut-out shapes that would have left better stains than a quilt! Oh the temptation borders on the Adam and Eveable - the despoliation of his Garden of Eden - just because it is so inviting to be done, a metaphorical act or performance.

the imaculate front lawn or garden is surely an extension of the front parlour - there but never used, except maybe for the doctor or priest.

but in their defence they are a dying breed as so many are buried under concrete and gravel, cars and caravans. And the run-off during storms from these grassless patches has only increased the chance of local flooding. "They paved paradise, put up a parking lot hahahaha"

great idea for a poem Keith. Cheers,
Col

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kJ Walker

Sat 15th Apr 2017 07:57

Nice one Keith. I treat lawns for a living, so know only too well how obsessive some people can be over their lawn (It's a man thing). I know of one guy who cuts his twice every day, and trims the edge with a pair of scissors.
I think this poem captures the psyche of such obsessives
Cheers Kevin

elPintor

Sat 15th Apr 2017 00:18

Quite cleverly written, Keith..I will never understand this modern adoration of the front lawn. It seems most like a living room with an outrageously expensive couch on which no one is allowed to sit!

elP

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