Gardening

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.