In a garden lush, where the green leaves sway,
A grower ventured forth, come what may.
With soil so rich and a heart so bold,
He planted the seeds, or so I’m told.
He watered with glee, “A weed I shall grow!”
But forgot that he’d need just a pinch of know-how.
With nutrients aplenty, and sunlight galore,
He hoped for a bounty, not a foot in the door.
The first sign of trouble, oh what a sight!
The plants were a tangle, a bush full of fright!
“Wait, is this cannabis? Or did I grow sage?”
His friends came to cheer him, but mostly to gauge.
Through pests and through mold, he battled each foe,
“I swear this is easier on YouTube, you know!”
He swatted and sprayed, his patience wore thin,
His puppy, the gardener’s best drinkin’ buddy, grinned.
At last in the harvest, he leapt with delight,
But the yield was so small, it could serve as a bite!
“Is this really my stash, or a snack for a mouse?”
His friends had a chuckle, “Not quite banterous!”
Yet lessons were learned in the wacky green quest,
With humor and heart, he truly did jest.
For whether it’s big, or it’s small and it’s lame,
It’s the joy of the journey that wins in the game!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
