The ole gardener

The old gardener
Leaned on his pitchfork

He knew his spring
Was pleasant enough

Of green pink and blue
And other coloured stuff

But he yearned for more

Let’s say
Better exciting stuff

What you may ask
Could a stout handsome man
want for more ?

Well I’ll tell you plain and straight
An invitation to his
Mistress’s door

He’d surely not be
Ever late !

She brought him
Cups of tea and cake

And cool drinks
In the summer time

And in sunshine he did
Sit up straight politely
And with much patience
Drink and wait

For a sign that she
Felt the need

Of some handsome
manly Company
To perhaps invite inside indeed

He knew her from
The townsfolk to be

A lonely spinster and
A good one
Yes indeed !

The town butcher
Had winked at her

One day and her blush
It matched her pink hair ribbon so

The talk of the town
She had been a few years now

Was she content of being so alone ?
That was the question on
All the bachelors lips

In that cold stone house
On hill with pretty gardens for all to see

The postman took a package to her
Door one day

In it he saw her
Lying behind sheer

Curtains dressed in
Fancy plumes and hats

With not much on
Beneath all that

The sun it cast some shadow there
He squinted till she abruptly rose from chaise

He licked his lips and tripped
Over cat as he ran from there

The gardener touched her hand
By accidental strike one day

He smelt her
Perfume on her wrist

Violets and roses
All his gardening day

He dreamt of sitting in her parlour
Sipping stout ale and cuddling her
All the beautiful long days

But alas the spinster
Would not ask him in

He had to find a way to make it happen

The moral of the story
Is yet Untold

Last I heard he strained a limb
Whilst digging a hole out there

And she had to carry him
Into parlour there

What great strength she had
In fragile hands
That quivered there

She tended him day and night
A regular Florence nightingale
She turned out
To be

He said
Winking at her
Over a bedside
Cup of tea ☕️

They lived a life
Full of flowers and blooms

Walking and talking
Digging and planting
Cuddling
Kissing
Loving
Cooking eating
And sleeping

The gardener the spinster
Alone again would never be

)The moral of this ditty
Is for you
To live life and not give up
On any dreams of love or happiness )

Reviews

[Pete]

wow. we just never know now do we? they say that there is someone for everyone. patience is a virtue. very much enjoyed read. seemed like nothing would ever happen, i was starting to wonder where it was heading ... :)

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

I led you up the garden path
Lol thanks
Pete I’ll visit in due course !

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Julie. I do like a happy ending and you have given your readers one here:) So nicely narrated. Hope all is ok in your world.

Chris

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Yes thanks Chris fine here hope you are well thanks 🙏