Guest, A Poem

Guest, A Poem by Ray Daley.


9/6/17


 


I’m the one that’s living at the bottom of your garden,


In a little wooden box that’s labelled “TEA“.


 


No-one else is living at the bottom of your garden,


The only person living there is me.


 


There’s cabbages and lettuces, there’s many types of fruit,


I’ve being there so long now, I feel I’ve taken root.


 


Because I’m the one that’s living at the bottom of your garden,


There’s nowhere else I’d really rather be.


 


THE END.