Gardening’s hidden meaning.
Gardening is the new sex. So the admen said.
The allure of a fork and spade, love objects
Discrete among cobweb veils in the garden shed.
A retired lover grins when her man rejects
The bedroom for the drills of a flower bed.
He takes to his spring mistress as in a love-in,
Led on by a TV’s green goddess’s breasts,
Tempted, to plant, grow a fantastic gherkin.
In summer’s weeds his ardour loses interest.
Seems birds and bees in pollen, can only sin.