I am Watering Can!
Soothing dehydration where every I can
Nothing, will get my way, unless a snail comes to stay
No guest, are on my list, they should go down to Bucket
Because I am, Mr Watering Can!
Watching and waiting as best as I can
I see you all here and there, almost every **** where
I am only one Can! giving you everything that I have
Sometimes I'm still full of rain, watching you slowly wither away
Then I recall this tune, knowing there's nothing I could do
For I am, Sir Watering Can
Plastic or metal, I fit in your hand
Although, I have no head, it's probably just lost in the shed.
- Author: Poetic Dan ( Offline)
- Published: May 15th, 2019 02:13
- Comment from author about the poem: Just letting it poor out!
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments5
A fine write Dan.
Always appreciated my dear
I thought i should write u some prose
All about the new garden hose
It's a real upsetter
cos he waters much better
he refreshingly easily flows
but dont be dismayed Mr Dan
theres other uses fer a watering can
since it's been very loyal
you could fill it with soil
and plants like a nursery man
Now that is a cracker.. Can I bring you to my Christmas party's! Or any party in that case
No one does it like you my friend, I actually laughed my pants and socks off!
Delightfully zany Dan although there is a deeper sadder meaning here. I loved it. Funny too because Rain and Water seem to be the theme today for a few of us....... Brave little watering can!
Yes it was just ment to be fun then I suddenly realised I felt like this, I am only one Can!
Always appreciated
Much peace and respect
This one is on a much lighter side
Some pings and pangs there and there, but still on a much lighter side.
Enjoyable read
Trying to stay on that side but it is a bit of bumpy ride.
Always appreciated
My friend
Good fun write with a deeper meaning, many can be watering cans who bring fresh life to others.
Thanks, it actually was ment to be just a pun on iron man. But I felt that too, Always appreciated
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