Po­ets’ cor­ner


Coventry Telegraph - - YOUR VIEWS -

We still need our gar­den, It’s so hard to re­sist, But are plagued with arthri­tis In our hands and wrists.

It is time for some help And we’re sure you’ll agree. So please meet our ‘friend’, We call him Digby.

He weeds the big onion beds And digs up the tat­ties, Wa­ters the cabbages And sees off the rat­ties.

He dead-heads the roses With lit­tle ado And chops up some car­rots To go in the stew.

He prunes the sweet plum trees And mulches the peach And har­vests the ripe figs Out­side of our reach.

He can sharpen our lop­pers And all of our shears. So “Lis­ten up young Dig­gers. Zip back those ears!”

Digby was built with soil In his cir­cuitry He’s our con­tracted ‘friend’ In per­pe­tu­ity. Jack Kerr Green Lane

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