There's a Hole in the Garden, Dear Anna
Mr Him was let loose at the weekend. I decided I'd risk him doing some handyman things. I mean it had to be easier then slicing beans!
I watched from a safe distance as he dug up some plants that had failed to flower (yes he did plant them in the first place but it's not his fault. The soil is poor. )
The montebretia won't flower, dear Anna,' he had said.
'Well dig it up, dear Him'.
'There's a hole in my garden now, dear Anna, '
'Fill it dear Him,'
'With what shall I fill it dear Anna.'
'With a pot dear Him, with a pot. '
'What goes in the pot dear Anna?'
'A Palm goes in the pot dear Him'.
'There's still a hole in the garden, dear Anna, dear Anna.'
'Fill it dear Him, fill it.'
'With what shall I fill it dear Anna dear Anna?'
'Some slate, dear Him, with some slate.'
'Jobs done dear Anna.'
'Thank goodness dear Him. Dear Him, the paints come off the porch, dear Him'.....
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