Day of the Dandelion

The garden gate was left wide open,

Betty’s gone astray.

Into a field of dandelions,

Not too far away.

The dandelions’ tick-tock puff-balls,

Make her sneeze and cough.

And that is no surprise as she,

Likes to kick their tick-tock heads off.

She kicks at such tremendous rate,

That billowing clouds of seeds disperse.

Across the allotments on a breeze,

It is the breeze of the dandelion curse.

Allotment keepers spend long hours,

Of arduous sweat and toil.

And now the accursed dandelion seeds,

Are landing on their soil.

Charlie Dongle, is red-faced and blowing,

The seeds off his darling prize marrow.

Old Fred Tuckett, nearly kicking the bucket,

As he falls into his rusty wheelbarrow.

Harry Grout, is heard to shout,

Something about a massacre.

Little Pocket Pete’s head pops up out,

His little patch of brassica.

Mavis Grout is making the teas,

In mugs both chipped and chunky.

She watches Jim Sugg pinch Harry’s new mug,

“Oo, you are a cheeky monkey!”

Then a dandelion seed makes her sneeze,

Into Old Fred Tuckett’s tea.

Jim Sugg laughs and says that it’s,

A good job Old Fred likes his tea… frothy.

But the old boys of the allotment,

Were an old soldier, sailor and airman.

And also Jim Sugg, who was an old,

Washing-machine repairman.

The orders went out,

To shut the shed door…

Close all the windows,

We’re fighting a war!

“Carry on, lads!” shouts Sergeant Grout,

The old timers were playing a blinder.

Betty tiptoes back to her garden, and,

Quietly shuts the gate behind her.