POETRY

What’s Worth a Farthing?

A wild family in my garden

Silly poems can be quite fun, they lighten any mood

They make the grumpy smile again, dispels bad attitude

They often share a funny joke, the humour some might get

So I share with you a rhyme about, a strange family that I met.

So now as I proceed with my tale, it might not worth a farthing

But it was funny just to see, them move into my garden.

There was a dad, there was a mom, and what looks like a niece

A long-tailed busy happy pack, a family of mongeese.

They looked at me I looked at them, with curiosity

Did they plan to pay for space or, be freeloaders like Archie?

Archie was a large rat I named, he lived up in the tree

He had all the fruit, had the best view, but never did he tip me.

They came with quite a large box, and bags, suitcases too

It was clear of no intent to leave, if ever rent came due

They decided on a massive rock, to be their penthouse suite

’Twas right beside my chicken coop, so my eggs they planned to eat.

By then I knew it would not work, for they will surely fight

My only option was to tell them, Dear Mongooses please take flight

You have to find another home, so go back from whence you came.

They looked at me ferociously, as if I were to blame.

The standoff came between us two, the family and poor me

They bared their teeth and showed their claws, making sure that I could see

They were here to rule this comfy nest and wreak havoc in my garden

So neither the story nor my bravery, was even worth the farthing.

I. Trudie Palmer

Thanks for reading and sharing in my garden experiences.