Forest Garden of Wedderburn Rd. (Demo)

Pine needles tickle the air in a slovenly fashion Like the gruvulous gloves of the Grinch or the Onceler Picking out leaves off the curry with action As she readies enough for the lunch and the supper Shift in and out the colonial colossus With patterns encaustically embedded beneath Our shoes as we drift past the dusty red Jesus And out to the Dipteran plant sanctuary Glistening Ornithurines and street mutts alike Beetles of luridly colors that bite Toads from the Indus and fierce black kites Join Oma for teatime and prayer! Much to her sheer... delight! I sat by your feet as you shuffled through beads Of a different rosary daily! One which I wore round my neck till I lost it But all of your beauty I've got still! Play with me today, where the lemon trees banter And walk with me away, to the gardens that grow! And the Orchids and Crotons, They dance under waters of silver and green And the stray cats will frequently greet! Elchi bananas and coconuts drop by the season Exceedingly fresher than fruit from the market The uglies have taken up space beyond reason No room for our car, where the f*ck should we park it? Mangoes are dried out to prep for the pickle The ceiling fan spins and the tartiness spreads. Miskeen with a grin gives a hand in the kitchen And Niffy does too, but I'm eating her head! Raggedy critters and verminous beasts From down in the sewers and up past the trees. Gray shrews and brown bats and fairytale fairies Come especially for Oma's Hail Mary's Much to my very... surprise! I sat in the shade that the lemon tree made And I waited, she smiled as she said "In the hour of our death, Amen" Marking the end of her daily routine Drank her cup of tea! Play with me today, where the lemon trees banter And walk with me away, to the gardens that grow And the Orchids and Crotons They dance under waters of silver and green And the stray cats will frequently greet!