This one is not by me, but by none other than Mr Crongus F Shaw:
Once upon a frog day
tadpolly toodling
I saw a fat bumble bee
busily tumbling
one this fine summer day
just past Wimbledon
A miniature river plays
on the gardeny pond
Through many bushes
A birdy birdy chirps
the garden is alive
with chirruping sparrows
The swifts stream past
Screaming arrows
All around us
The bushes tangle
Out of sight
Lies a decrepit mangle
And now my effort:
The greenery spreads
all wild and chaotic
no order apparent
without close inspection
like the beard and mane
of the man who observes
his surroundings
with a keen eye for detail
the garden his mirror
on this July day
if the trees could retort
what would they have to say?
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