(Bicycling Through Haight Ashbury in 1969 by Robert Margetts)
DRAGON WITH A GREEN THUMB
Pot the spruce,
Trim the pines—
Crush… stomp…
Ten down to nine.
Edge
the grass,
Water the dates—
Wham… crash…
Alas, just eight.
Fan
the willows,
Clip the tulips—
Whoosh… thrash…
Seven to six.
Hoe
the maples,
De-flea the dogwoods—
Bounce… bump…
Five to four—
Soon to be no more.
Pick
the carnations,
Fluff the rose—
Snap… crack…
Three to two goes.
Rake
the ivy,
Sweep the lawn—
Smash… bash…
Now there’s one.
The
dragon boasts a green-thumbed grace,
Leaves ruin blooming in every place.
He tends the garden with fearless pluck—
Yet limps away from his own bad luck.
For
all the girls can plainly see
The black-and-blue result of spree—
A gardener bold, perhaps too glum,
With blossoms bright… and a battered bum.
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