How to get the police to sort out your garden
Jim was in prison and his dad sends him a letter,
"I hope you are ok and feeling much better.
I have no-one to weed my garden now that you are not here,
The weeds are out of control I painfully do fear."
"Dad you can't weed the garden thats where I buried the dough!"
The police intercepted the letters and were soon in the know.
A forsenic team was sent out to dig up the plot,
A free garden makeover Jim's dad had got.