Allotment Incidentals [E] A few characters that may grow on you. |
Greetings, I’ve had this in “draft reviews” for some weeks now due to busyness. Since August is a growing sort of month, it suits A jolly and thoroughly British poem we have here, crafted with care and bringing us three quirky characters to chuckle over. The gathering of manure for fertilizer is a grotesquely amusing way to end it… and it’s entirely true that some people do go to extreme lengths to collect that fertilizer! My mom always tells me about a woman who was selling rose plants from her house, and when my mom went to look at them she discovered an enormous pile of dog manure from the woman’s pet, that she was keeping to feed the roses Mom couldn’t get away fast enough. Dad was like “aren’t you going to buy a rose from her?” She said “not on your life!” Such practices are highly unsanitary, and real “fertilizer” is supposed to be properly aged and composted before use. So, having grossed out you and anyone who might come across this review, I’ll say I found nothing to criticize here. Your meter is a bit mixed, but it comes off casually and chattily without any issues. I’m terrible with syllables and meter myself - come to think of it, I haven’t written a rhyming poem in a long while. Two epic non-rhyming poems appeared in my port last month… which reminds me I should drop off one of them at one of the “previously written” poetry contests around. Perhaps you should do the same with this, although it lacks a certain profundity they’re usually looking for (no offense, trust me ) Take care, thanks for sharing, and keep writing My review has been submitted for consideration in "Good Deeds Get CASH!" .
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