I Said to the Man…

  

I Said to the Man 2…

By Jane Goodhew 

I said to the man who stood at the gate of the  year.

“I don’t suppose you could move your rear.

As I need to get through and you are spoiling the view”

He looked at me with disgust and then with a huff

He moved to the side and said

“I am your guide”

And without further ado took me for a ride.

Over the lawn and around the lakes

On his oversized mower

For it was his garden that had won prize of the year!

Oh dear!