A Caretaker's Tales

There was a legend about the well in the garden,

But that tale was lost so long ago.

Something about a witch,

With an awful twitch,

Who drowned in the well long ago.

But I don’t know,

Why birds go,

And drown themselves in the well.

I just fish the out,

Like I would with a trout,

To avoid a foul smell.

There was a legend about the bench in the garden,

But that tale was lost so long ago.

Something about a lonely man,

Whose troubles couldn’t be outran,

Who was shot on the bench long ago.

But I don’t know,

Why the roses grow,

To wrap around the bench.

I just trim them down,

And sell the flowers in town,

To clean the seat of the plant’s clench.

There is a legend about the caretaker of the garden,

One shared since long ago.

He drowned a b***h,

And shot a snitch,

Who visited long ago.

But he does know,

What becomes of a fellow,

Who would tamper with the caretaker.

He would fish them out,

And trim them down,

To send them back to their maker.

Reviews

[C. Lee Battaglia]

Wow!
Very well written and it touched me,
Can I just say though, you have potential!
My favorite part was, "
But I don’t know,
Why the roses grow,
To wrap around the bench.
I just trim them down"
Please continue to write and read!
Can you by chance look at my story The Blonde Girl, It would really mean a lot to me.
Your new fan,

C. Lee Battaglia

[Stan Lee]

Fantastic rhyme here. The storyline is kinky and kept me interested the whole way through. You have an different and terrific writing style. :)

[Audrey Wynters]

Wow, this is almost like a dark adult nursery rhyme, I love it! Your poetry is so dark but it's a creeping sort of dark that has a dangerous lure to it, if that makes any sense.

Keep writing and I'll keep reading.