Should we build a raised bed
I will ask the question
Should we be so easily led
Is nowhere such nigh on perfection
Should the lawn have formal stripes
So so evenly spread
Or is decoration
A simpleton’s mindful deception
Are the tulips such a so so stunning red
Did love ever need such timely correction
In this shelter then we are to be fed
Day by day, plus weekends without exception
To grow our own
As this one-time gardener said
With little or no fear
Of cross-pollinated infection
What then of the stock that the farmer bred
How do we counterbalance
Our own interjection
To hear the shouts of vegans
Or of vegetarians instead
Whose show is to be bound
By a most strongly biased rejection
For my shelter
Will not be caught by steed nor stead
Rather there will be a pointer
To the golden section
The reason is to be there
For all, by all to be read
In our search
For the pearls of perfection
The pieces will be sewn
With the finest of thread
To make blankets for future imperfection
The path will appear to be so so straight ahead
Towards the shelter
Without need for further direction
The sleepers will hold
The branches that we shred
To provide warmth, to give frost protection
Of course we will top off smartly
With lots of street cred
Before the competitive festival inspection
Should we build a two-way sled
For the winter of the snow’s reflection
One last chance to nod the seasonal head
Yes, yes we say
Let this be the complete collection
