day 68
I once knew a lady
who cut her high hedge
with the use of a trampoline
Though it seemed to be dated
but ladders she hated
She bounced like a Mexican bean
But trouble did come
with shears in her hand
She could only cut one little leaf
but her faith was restored
when she swapped for a sword
and could managed much more with relief
But she soon became cocky
With the leylandii hedge
And jumped as high as a plane
But she misjudged the edge
And went straight through the hedge
and we never saw her again.
I once knew a lady
who cut her high hedge
with the use of a trampoline
Though it seemed to be dated
but ladders she hated
She bounced like a Mexican bean
But trouble did come
with shears in her hand
She could only cut one little leaf
but her faith was restored
when she swapped for a sword
and could managed much more with relief
But she soon became cocky
With the leylandii hedge
And jumped as high as a plane
But she misjudged the edge
And went straight through the hedge
and we never saw her again.
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