This is a blast from the past. I think I wrote this poem in 4th or 5th grade. Yikes, it is pretty funny.
Gardening
I hate gardening
Yes, I do
I hate gardening
More than goo
I hate the bugs
That sting and bite
And picking weeds
In the light
I hate snipping beans
They make your thumbs hurt
I hate husking corn
Earwigs get on your shirt
I hate podding peas
It takes a long time
I hate garden work
You don't even get a dime
The best part about gardening
Is eating the food
That is pretty much it. I love the last two lines. They don't rhyme at all.
June 6, 2008
Gardening
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What a fun blast from the past. I wonder how you spent your summer!?
;)
Hey thanks for coming by my blog and not being a blog stalker! Just wanted to say welcome.
I love that poem. Where did you find it? I have been looking for it for years. You were always such a good helper in the garden. Eating the vegetables was always so much more rewarding when you grow them yourself and have to weed.
I love this poem. I have been searching for it for years. where did you find it? You were always such a good weeder.
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