Hanging from my favorite tree The sweetest peaches known to me, Next a bottle of Sam Adams stout Attracts feeding wasps into its spout. If that doesn't do it the other bottle will With its concoction of sugar and dill.
Strung CDs reflect the light Scaring off hungry deer in flight. If that doesn't work there's Irish Spring Another deterrent, another string. Next, dryer sheets, I use Bounce To thwart the deer about to pounce. Just to be safe, marigolds on the ground To keep the deer from hanging 'round.
How about the birds, let's not forget... Throw on heaps of that black net.
The best for last, peaches wrapped in peds Hide the fruit from all its dreads.
This tree must have come from another planet, Oh no, it's just "I AM ORGANIC!"
"oct-o-peach"
This Poem was sent to me by Elaine Osowiecky on August 7th 2011. My wife and I thought it was so great that it should be published. This is a Photo of her organic tree. Thank You, Elaine
