CONFESSION OF A GARDENAHOLIC

VARIETY

I have never forgotten
this rhyme we use
to chant in grammar school:
"Mary, Mary quite contrary
How doe your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids in a row."
Recently I was trying to remember
if it contributed to my love of gardens.
As I travel the world
I find myself always searching
out gardens, especially if
they have a noted identity.
I love rose gardens, hanging gardens,
tulip gardens, poppy gardens,
rock gardens, fruit gardens,
and the list goes on.
BUT
the garden I love the most
is the SILKY garden;
the garden that is always
growing where legs intersect
on the human anatomy.
The variety is almost endless.
There are curly, straight, thin,
bushy, different colors, wet,
dry; some covering the entrance
to chambers, some at the
base of an extended rod.
ALL
gardens are special contributors
to the magic of heightened pleasure
and create an extra, extra
gift from the owner to the enjoyer.
Meet me at the Kissing Place
and we'll share our gardens.
OKAY?