Post by violetlover on Oct 2, 2004 10:20:11 GMT -5
African violets are my hobby;
I shall have no other.
They maketh me lay down my mop and broom.
They restoreth my peace
And lead me into strange places,
More violets to find.
Yea,tho' I'm alone with my pots
And soil,I feel no loneliness.
The snip of a sucker,and a turn
Of a plant,they comfort me.
I prepare my plants on the shelf,
Sit and look while my dish pan runneth over.
Surely I will have fertilizer in
My cereal for breakfast.
And I will dwell in the state of
Cunfusion forever.
Author unknown
I shall have no other.
They maketh me lay down my mop and broom.
They restoreth my peace
And lead me into strange places,
More violets to find.
Yea,tho' I'm alone with my pots
And soil,I feel no loneliness.
The snip of a sucker,and a turn
Of a plant,they comfort me.
I prepare my plants on the shelf,
Sit and look while my dish pan runneth over.
Surely I will have fertilizer in
My cereal for breakfast.
And I will dwell in the state of
Cunfusion forever.
Author unknown