Roses whisper in Chloe’s ears
They tell her that her rent is in arrears
She just found out her magic garden speaks
Her tomatoes are gossipy and so are her leeks
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Her spoons add gin to Chloe’s tea
She’d rather have prosecco – can’t they see?
She’s incredulous that her silverware can plot
So what about her favorite copper pot?
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Her copper pot can talk indeed
And on Wednesday she caught it smoking weed
Her boyfriend understands and knows Chloe’s sane
Sometimes he hears the cussing wolf’s bane
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Worst of all are the sneering crocus
They’re full of scheming magic and bad hocus pocus
Why does Chloe have such misbehaving plants?
They’re cattiest of all to neighbor Ida Krantz
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And why do her pots and silverware act crazy?
She just doesn’t get it and wishes they were lazy
She wants to donate her ware to a thrift shop
But they might escape and down the street they’d hop
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It would truly be a totally bizarre sight
And it wouldn’t happen at night but in broad daylight
And what of her ill mannered garden blooms?
They can’t merely be swept away by brooms
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She admits she loved watching them grow
And one always reaps whatever one sows
Why did they grow up to be so bad?
She weeded and loved them – it’s so very sad
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Today her copper pot said I’m sorry
Don’t call the cops and I won’t be their quarry
I promise I’ll never smoke again
Only if ever in me – you cook a hen
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In the end Chloe decides she loves her home
And everything in it – she’ll never roam
Even if her flowers are bad now and then
Perhaps she’ll write a novel with her favorite quill pen
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Rebellious Hazelnuts 
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thank you! It makes me smile that you like it. 🙂