Pesky, bob-tailed bandits

Living in rural Britain

Is perfect

As most would say

Now, gardenings my first love

I tend to do it every day

My roses arn't just pretty

There like like children

They are to me

My tomatoes, crimson-globes of nature

My veggie's, an imposing sight to see

I enter veggie competitions

Every single year

It keeps me out of trouble

And makes my hubby cheer

But I'm, being slowly driven mad

And usually at night

By a horde of vegetable terrorists

It's a, sorry, sorry, plight

By day, they sit and giggle

Adjacent to my land

By sun-down, I'm invaded

By the rowdy bobtailed band

I've protected, my land gently

With everything, I've got

Slug pellets, rabbit trip wires

A spiky rigged plant pot

Still their moonlight snack attack

Decimates my veg

There planned advances, set me back

As they, drill beneath my hedge

My hubby, thinks, I'm being paranoid

As I've kidnapped, a feral cat

But my daughters, debunked, my cunning plan

She's fed it, till its fat!

It tries its best to wobble chase

As the rabbits, go whizzing by

But unless it learns to skateboard

Or gains, facility to fly!

My carrots, will keep declining

My parsnips, will be gnawed

My radishes, will wilt

My allotment, will be flawed

I've resorted, to automatic means

I've gone and bought a gun

And every single evening

As the rabbits find their fun

I pick um off in number

As in my veggie-patch, they lie

It hasn't helped my vegetables

But, I've won, best in show, for RABBIT PIE!

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