For why must you my plants infest -
Condemn yourself, all-time, to be,
Nothing more than a petty garden pest?
To you, nature truly is a cruel jest,
It’s beauty spurns you, in all degrees;
And so, with malice, you must the rose infest;
Forthwith to slowly drain them, without rest,
Till disease or death is all that they can see
In jaws of petty garden pests!
Can you truly, honestly, think it best -
To cluster so on stems and leaves?
Thusly do you all my plants infest!
Pray pay some heed to my behest…
As yet another withered amputee
Falls victim to petty garden pests!
So now, begone unwelcome guest!
No quarter here is spared for thee!
No more will you my plants infest!
Alas I will be rid of you petty garden pests!
About the Creator
Aisla Houghton-Foster
Scottish, transgender, 30 y/o wanna-be poet/writer living in Liverpool England. I like to play with words and ideas, twisting them around in ways that I find interesting and engaging - I hope you like the results! :D
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