The gossip fails to interest him,
Real housewives provide no whim,
The endless chatter from the box,
Never topping spring equinox.
Transplanting flowers from the seed,
Small, pale, helpless leaves proceed
No April Showers, so May balks
Never topping spring equinox.
Finally, water pours over plant,
The pail neck leaks but a scant,
Of moisture fallen from shamrocks,
Never topping spring equinox.
Summer now, the garden delights,
Hummingbirds dab on nectar flights,
Still, he misses his garden smock,
Never topping spring equinox.
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