Garden, Poetry

Wisteria Envy

John's Wisteria4

My good friend John

The gardener one

He boasts of his wisteria.

He calls me once,

Then twice, then thrice

He’s this close to hysteria.

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“It’s blooming soon!

Come see, come see

The buds are getting fatter!”

John keeps this up

All summer long

A never-ending natter.

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The problem is

John’s vine does bloom

And mine again is ‘fallow’

(It’s come to this

I find new words

For grief that I must swallow.)

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John’s vine does bloom

John’s vine does bloom

Three times in every season

“Come see, come see,”

John says to me

Happy beyond all reason.

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So off I go

Convinced he’s wrong

For now it is hot weather.

But No! John’s right

The vine doth bloom

This was no idle blather.

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Blog Photo - Wisteria 1

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Just now I get

Another note

From you-know-who, a-boasting

And that is why

I write this verse

That John, he needs a roasting.

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A clever thought

Has seized my brain

And now I start devising

A stealthy plot

To carry out

A bit of ‘gardenizing’

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Of digging up

My barren vine

And off we’ll go together

In dead of night

Across the town

No matter what the weather.

Blog Photo - Wisteria 2

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And plant it where

John’s vine once stood

And leave it in its glory

While John’s vine

Sprawls across my hood

About to change the story.

wisteria

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Now we shall see

Who boasts each spring

And every single summer

For John is now

Proud owner of

The world’s non-blooming bummer.

The End.

Top 2 photos by John Van Burek of his bloomin’ wisteria.  Ughhhh…..