She dug the plot on Monday – the soil was rich and fine,
She forgot to thaw out dinner – so we went out to dine…
She planted roses Tuesday – she says they are a must,
They really are quite lovely – but she quite forgot to dust.
On Wednesday it was daisies – they opened up with sun,
All whites and pinks and yellows – but the laundry wasn’t done…
The poppies came on Thursday – a bright and cherry red,
I guess she really was engrossed – she never made the bed…
It was violets on Friday – in colours she adores,
It never bothered her at all – all crumbs upon the floors
I hired a maid on Saturday – my week is now complete,
My wife can garden all she wants – the house will still be neat!
It’s nearly lunchtime Sunday – and I cannot find the maid,
Oh no! I don’t believe it!
She’s out there with the spade!
May all your gardens grow,