No Greens for JeanA Poem by AnniebuggGardening can be relaxing or it can be hell.I stole a
peek through the dirty glass and grabbed
my reusable bag Sis was
right beside me, waving hers like a battle flag Approaching
the large patch of greenery we prepared
to harvest the beans She stepped
on a snake, fell onto her knees then yelled,
“how I do hate these greens!”
Now
gardening’s fun, though not for all She should
just give the hobby a chance Sis was mad
as a hornet “What the hell! I’ve got holes in my pants!” Trying hard
to conceal my amusement I reached
out to help her stand up then watched
as she slipped, fell into the corn and howled
like a wounded wolf pup
She sputtered
and spat and gnashed her teeth then stomped
all the way to the house I was right
behind her But inwardly meek as a mouse Insanely her eyes spoke of murder She laughed
and called me a b***h I took no
offense, I’m used to her ways Jean’s mean
as the wickedest witch. © 2012 AnniebuggReviews
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6 Reviews Added on October 24, 2012 Last Updated on October 25, 2012 AuthorAnniebuggARAboutI'm an old hippie with 3 grown sons and 6 grandchildren with 1 more on the way. My career was always motherhood so I never experienced the business world other than to have several menial jobs here an.. more..Writing
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