What is it about mornings
that I just can't stand?
When the dreaded alarm goes off
with such menace and demand
I just want to slide under my quilt
when everyone else is rising up
I only want to wilt!

The postman won't leave me alone
he pounds on my door
at unearthly hours
with parcels galore
It's the same with the phone
it won't stop ringing in my head
Why, oh why, can't they leave me in my bed?

It's just not fair
all I want is some peace
It's not much to ask
but they don't care
Now next door is cutting the grass
then he'll be using the strimmer
He's at it for hours, the noisy ***!

Ding **** the door bell is going again
Oh no, it's the Avon lady
she's such a pain
"It's 9.30 you know, shouldn't you be up?"
I feel like being incredibly rude
and saying something very crude
But I'm really too tired
to bother at all
I'll leave a note hanging on my door
Do NOT disturb
Don't bother to call
I'm not really here
I'm sleeping, that's all!

The garden flourishes,
Fed with sunny smiles,
The flora watered only,
by the kiss of butterfly ,
The grass whines on relentlessly,moaning only, when beaten by the shears,
The strimmer strums and bumbles buzz,
For,underneath the ballustrade,
Especially positioned,
lay at peace.
The bones of mortals.
Fertilizing, the peaceful garden, hiding inside the cemetery.
Complete with pearly gates.
Blooming beautiful.
(c) Livvi

I wonder
How William Wordsworth
Would of coped
If he'd been born
150 years later
Whilst musing over daffodils
As an electric strimmer
Cuts them down
Lopping off their trumpet heads
Whilst chainsaws cut through
Screaming trees around him
Hedge-trimmers
Hoovers
Or spin dryers
Noise
Surely would of affected
His poetic thoughts
Although i contend
That baaing sheep,
And the mooing of cattle
May of caused his brain to rattle
I wonder if Dorothy snored?
From what i saw
Many years ago
One rainy summer
There was no snow
I don't think Dove Cottage
Would have had any roon
For a spin dryer!

by Jemia

have a new strimmer

green and profound

my broken one is orange and ******* in a trash bag

i hope it gets collected on ******* day

on thursday

it has an extra handle

plus a flower guard

how apt for me

so then yesterday we had a garden fire
sat round on the grass

waved the clothes prop at the apples

knocked a few and ****** our teeth at the

sour ness yet

laughed and minced them with carrots and bread

in the machinator

I calls it that

put our heads in boxes for the experience

swapped ideas and plants

it was a lovely day despite the increase in traffic

despite the ease

others have mentioned it james

it comes damp, darker this morning james
the further window open

the ribbons move