The NaPoWriMo.net prompt had us look at Twitter bots and one of the was about British gardens! Plus an ironic conversation on the topic and here it is…:
You are in a British garden. Your
elbows are tidy. Tucked away neatly against
your mood, lies wonder. A good dog
on a leash. Won’t even sniff
at magnolias. You are in a British
garden. Everything here is British.
like Yorkshire tea, like tagine.
localities. Daffodils, marigolds
as it was foretold. Cherry petals
fall. You are the dirt.
negligible, necessary. You are in
a British garden. Isn’t she
lovely. Which Beatles song are you?
How is you just like me? How is
you, me, really. Mosquitoes buzz.
Peaceful, appealing. Apple trees.
Focus on that. Roses, posies.
Poppies. Haze. Who was I again?
Ah, right. A British garden. Cheers, mate.