Bust In The Garden Poem by Steve Howard
Bust In The Garden
I'm stuck here in the garden.
I watch the flowers come and go.
I wish they'd turn me just a bit,
so I could see another show.
It seems they have abandoned me.
I don't much care for that.
The sun is getting awfully hot.
They could at least give me a
hat.
But looking on the brighter
side.
Just being fair and square.
Although I'll always be a bust,
I'll save a ton on underwear.
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