A
Thicket
Of
Words
Grows
In
Mrs.
Teaberry’s
Garden,
And
No
One
Knows.
Each
Day,
She
Waters,
Weeds,
Plants
More
Seeds,
And
According
To
Her
Needs
Prunes
And
Clips
To
Create
Novels
And
Arrangements
Of
Witty
Quips
From
Assorted
Snips.
Poetry
Blooms
In
Her
Sunny
Rooms
And
Are
Pressed
In
A
Book,
So
Mrs.
Teaberry,
On
Any
Bleak
Winter’s
Day,
May
Enjoy
A
Fond
Second
Look.