"kew" poems - Hello Poetry

The old lady planted roses near the corner by the driveway She never planted roses by the door I remember once she told me, "Bees come out to get the nectar" And a bee sting can be deadly or quite sore Instead, she planted herbs along the walkway to her cottage You'd pass by, the scent was rather nice Rubbing rosemary and lemon grass and sage against your trousers Sometimes you would even walk by twice She had hollyhocks and primrose, a classic English garden Lots of fragrant trees and bushes there as well There were cedars by the windows and hyacinth close by If she even had a lawn, you couldn't tell There were irises and tulips, daffodils and more And great bushes of white lavender abound Not only was the lawn gone, with the bushes and the trees I bet from inside you'd nary hear a sound Around the back the same thing, exactly as the front Herbs and plant life, and I'd say maybe more Than all the plants in Englands Kew Gardens have to see And more lilacs by the walkway by the door The vents from down the basement blew through cedars and the lilacs Sending warming scents around the clustered yard There were windows to the basement, blocked by flowers and the trees And to see in was really rather hard The one day I remember when I came out to the house Is one I know I'll not forget For walking down the pathway with a policeman on each side Was the old lady with a look of deep regret It seems the scented flowers and the bushes and the trees Provided scents to hide the smells from deep inside The air was vented out directly through the flowers The house was just a grow op in disguise

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Mar 27, 2013

Mar 27, 2013 at 11:58 AM UTC

roger-turner

A hansel and gretel house

The old lady planted roses near the corner by the driveway She never planted roses by the door I remember once she told me, "Bees come out to get the nectar" And a bee sting can be deadly or quite sore Instead, she planted herbs along the walkway to her cottage You'd pass by, the scent was rather nice Rubbing rosemary and lemon grass and sage against your trousers Sometimes you would even walk by twice She had hollyhocks and primrose, a classic English garden Lots of fragrant trees and bushes there as well There were cedars by the windows and hyacinth close by If she even had a lawn, you couldn't tell There were irises and tulips, daffodils and more And great bushes of white lavender abound Not only was the lawn gone, with the bushes and the trees I bet from inside you'd nary hear a sound Around the back the same thing, exactly as the front Herbs and plant life, and I'd say maybe more Than all the plants in Englands Kew Gardens have to see And more lilacs by the walkway by the door The vents from down the basement blew through cedars and the lilacs Sending warming scents around the clustered yard There were windows to the basement, blocked by flowers and the trees And to see in was really rather hard The one day I remember when I came out to the house Is one I know I'll not forget For walking down the pathway with a policeman on each side Was the old lady with a look of deep regret It seems the scented flowers and the bushes and the trees Provided scents to hide the smells from deep inside The air was vented out directly through the flowers The house was just a grow op in disguise