The Petunia War

Written By Mark Biasotti

 

The Petunia War

 

 

 

I’d spent all weekend planting

A border of petunias bright.

 

Now relaxed, cool drink in hand,

 

Smugly surveyed the lovely sight. 

 

A sudden wiggle and a tug

 

And goes petunia down a hole.

 

Thus, all summer is a war

 

Against that pesky, thieving mole.

Mark Biasotti
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