The Rise And Fall Of A Marrow
Now George and Fred were neighbours
and liked to grow some veg.
they secretively spied on each other
through a little hole in the hedge.
Their goal was to grow a marrow
for the Village Garden Show
the prize was for the biggest
they just had to have a go.
George took a look through the peep-hole
and said to his wife "look at this
my marrow is a fair good size,
but it isn`t as big as his"
Freds marrow was the biggest yet
his wife just had to agree
"Wonder what he feeds it on
looks like he`ll win to me "
George used water in a can
with liquid manure inside
and covered it over with a sack
from Fred in case he spied.
Now the eve before the show
unexpectedly wide spread frost
poor old Freds prize marrow
all frost bitten and soft.
George now saw his chance
maybe he could win
he sought out his barrow
to put the marrow in.
And slipped on a banana skin
rolling marrow down the road
last he saw `twas all squashed up
under truck with heavy load.
So thats the end of the story
about poor old George and Fred
next year they`re going to try
prize flowers instead.
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aren't people strange?
everybody has to be better than everyone else and then end up with nothing much at all! (The Jones' aren't always happy!)
Very good poem, willow.
joyce
Thankyou Joyce
thankyou Joyce for your comment yes it was a keeping up with the Jones`s that went wrong lol glad you liked it from Willow