Written by Susan Lane

The Flower Pots

We’re really grumpy my friends and me
Stuck in this garden with no drink you see
The hot day sun is blazing down
It’s damned hot here without a gown

A gazebo she calls it, the lady of the house
But she’s not so bothered since she lost
Her man, who was in effect, her spouse
Just the relationship was not recognised legally.
But I digress, it’s not for me

To speculate about these things even though
It’s getting late and I’m on this side of the garden gate
What I can say is she’s fairly good
To all the trees, shrubs, other plants and me
She pops out to see us in the evening you see

To give a nice long drink
To my fellow flower pots and me 
It’s only water but as you would agree
It’s better than nothing and we’re glad to see
The watering can doesn’t have any debris

Would you believe it we’re full of good cheer
We’re really thirsty we drink it up quickly here
She fills us up again, she’s so slick
We’re really grateful if that’s the best she can do
Because, yup there she goes, she’s rushed to the loo

Flower Pot – Age Speculation

I think maybe she’s got to that age
Where water has the effect of making her race
She’s doing quite well you see, considering
She’s into her thirties, well, she can dream, hehe

Oh dear, that was naughty of me
I shouldn’t even allude to the age of a lady you see
Thank goodness she didn’t hear me
Although she has a great sense of humour
This human mistress who we see regularly

I actually think on the quiet she may be
A bit of a barm cake cos she looks like she’s talking
To herself, the birds and the trees,
But maybe she could be verbalising her ideas

For her new poetry, she does a whole lot of that
When she’s sitting on the swing near me
Swinging and chatting incessantly
Making little or no sense then suddenly

Up she jumps excitedly, and says something
About a notepad and a cup of tea,
Well, it doesn’t matter a whole lot to me
We’re all pleased she’s sorted us all out first

So, we don’t die in all this heat
And maybe tomorrow she’ll remember
To give us some feed
Before she rushes off for a pee

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