THE STRANGE SCOTTISH GARDENER
He planted some sweet Reese's Pieces,
Gift-given him by his nieces,
On property he was happily leasing,
His high hopes never ceasing.
When he learned the farm's geese
Had gobbled down each piece,
So chocolate he could not grow--
An angry fit he did throw!
Now he plans to plant good watches
Wrapped up in plaid swatches,
Just to sell for profit now and then,
In some cool Highlands glen.
And he stubbornly refuses to hear
From his kin, far and near,
That watches simply will not grow,
Even wrapped in a plaid bow.
He'll certainly not earn one cent,
Although that is his intent,
Nor will he gain many Eurodollars
From rocky hills and hollers!
But please don't cry a sad tear
For that Scotsman so dear,
He has bold ideas enough to spare,
And his mind is quite rare!
Maj
7-2014
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THE STRANGE SCOTTISH GARDENER
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