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There is an owl on the gate and he is singing “tu whit tu whoo” He is not sure whether he is at Chelsea or indeed at Kew. The Pig knew here there were well to do types He also knew that bamboo was green and had stripes. There were ladies dressed in white Broderie Anglais The Pig was vile covered in Italian Spaghetti Bolognese. The Pig said “Oh I do really beg your pardon I do like a good nosh up in your garden”. The Duck preferred a patch with movement and flow The Pig on the other hand stuff hadn’t chance to grow. The Duck needed style, imagination and some shape And all that the Pig required was a simple landscape. The Pig needed mud and a garden full of sweet roses Rather a contrast but his stuff just decomposes. Both were impressed with the Chelsea Flower Show And shot off to see what they could plant and grow.
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 3:56 AM UTC
Chelsea Not Kew
There is an owl on the gate and he is singing “tu whit tu whoo” He is not sure whether he is at Chelsea or indeed at Kew. The Pig knew here there were well to do types He also knew that bamboo was green and had stripes. There were ladies dressed in white Broderie Anglais The Pig was vile covered in Italian Spaghetti Bolognese. The Pig said “Oh I do really beg your pardon I do like a good nosh up in your garden”. The Duck preferred a patch with movement and flow The Pig on the other hand stuff hadn’t chance to grow. The Duck needed style, imagination and some shape And all that the Pig required was a simple landscape. The Pig needed mud and a garden full of sweet roses Rather a contrast but his stuff just decomposes. Both were impressed with the Chelsea Flower Show And shot off to see what they could plant and grow.
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 3:56 AM UTC
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