Hot Plot Poem by Phil Soar

Hot Plot



My allotment is baking
Shallots gone to seed
Brassicas bolted
Surrounded by weed
The sun bakes the earth
No water for weeks
It's buggered potatoes
And knackered my leeks
No signs of much rain
And the forecast is poor
Seems the heat is upon us
For several weeks more
I think I'll retire
And lie down for the summer
Because all of this heat
Is a bit of a bummer

Monday, July 9, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: gardening,humour,sunshine,weather
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