Suzanna

“Boo,” shrieked the creeper to the little plant below it.
“Yaargh”, yelled the little plant in a mighty fit of fright.

“Splash” went the pond in all its mucky glory to the lawn.
“Splat”, retorts the lawn in one big wide yawn.

“Tickle tickle”, goes the cactus to the begonia.
“Swoooosh”, went the begonia to a breeze that strolled by.

“Pitter patter,
pitter patter,
pitter patter,
pitter patter,
pitter patter,
pitter patter,
pitter patter,” went the giant gardening hose.

Playtime in the garden was now closed.




(on the vine at the entrance of Ambara)