Garden Tales: Poetry and Verse About a Bunny That I Curse

Garden Tales: Poetry and Verse About a Bunny That I Curse

Garden Tales: Poetry and Verse About a Bunny That I Curse


A bunny ate my beans for brunch.

My radishes he saved for lunch.

My daisies made a nice late dinner.

My flower patch is getting thinner.


Rabbit in your yard


Garden Poem: The bunny ate my beans!


Approaching with my hoe and rake

What greeted me? A long black snake!

Up hole one and down hole two.

You don’t like me, and I loathe you.


You slither under bushes, trees.

You slink nearby when I’m on my knees

Planting things and picking weeds.

No thought you’ve given to “my needs.”




Go thither, twist on out of here

And don’t come back another year!

Sorry my rudeness overtakes

But I cannot stomach stealthy snakes.


Tomatoes, caged, stand straight and tall

Without a trace of blight at all!

Within a week or two there’ll be

A ton to pick. Hooray, whoopie!


Garden Poem: Tomato plants and cutting garden

Garden Poem: Tomato plants


Zucchini plants are stretching vast.

Their blossoms: gold and growing fast!

Watch out! Don’t blink! Step back! Prepare!

There’ll soon be green squash everywhere!


Garden Poem: Zucchini blossoms


Zucchini bread and scones and cake

We’ll see what else I’ll think to bake.

Prolific veggies make my day!

(You just might see some come your way!)


Garden Poem: Chocolate Chip Zucchini bread with butter


The walkway blooms are doing swell

The deck’s decked out in flowers as well.

My back is sore, my right knee aches

But my garden’s worth it for goodness sakes!


Garden Poem: Our deck decked out with flowers


I love to watch the veggies grow.

I love to dig and feed and sow.

I love to sit and smell the flowers

That’s how I while away my hours.


Garden Poem: Our front walkway with flowers


The summer sun is fading fast

This weed I pull must be my last.

Goodnight my plants, sleep tight, take care,

And watch out for that vegan hare!





Written by Becky


  • Becky, what a gorgeous garden of vegetables and flowers you have! You must have inherited a gene or two from Grandpa Gerdes. He’d LOVE to see your garden if he were still here.

    Had a great time on Sunday at the Marriott. Thanks for coming along and I’m sure Ar and Lee sooo enjoyed your visit too. YLM

    • Becky says:

      Yes, I like to imagine Grandpa looking down and loving my gardens despite their diminutive size relative to his garden acreage.

  • Colleen says:

    What a delightful poem and such beautiful photos of your gardens and flowers!

  • Patty from MMC says:

    I love this! (except the snake part)

    • Becky says:

      OMG! I’ve got a major case of the heebie jeebies right now! My mother-in-law is over and we rolled her down to the garden in her wheelchair since she loves flowers and veggies. I reached into the cucumber plant to push aside a leaf, and two small snakes popped right out of a crack in the railroad tie that borders the garden. SKEEVE!!!!! I screamed so loudly that our neighbor came running around from the other side of his house to see what was wrong. This calls for some serious anti-snake action!

  • Kristie says:

    I love that Becky. You have such a beautiful yard, both front and back! Now if only those little “evil” bunnies and snakes would leave your garden alone.

    • Becky says:

      No kidding, Kristie! We’ve begun sprinkling granular fox urine (Eww!!!) around the garden, and if that doesn’t work, we’ll move to Irish Spring tied in cheesecloth tucked amongst the plants. Our final line of defense is actually de fence. I hesitate to go there though because it doesn’t look as nice, and makes it harder for us to access the garden as well as the bunnies, but we may bite the bullet and do it if word travels that our garden is the perfect salad bar. Ironically, I’ve also heard that rubber snakes may detract bunnies. Unfortunately, they would detract me as well.

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