If you bend your ear you might just hear
The sound of something snipping
Who’s this here with a pair of shears
Cutting, chopping, clipping?
Pruning the bush in no great rush
Mr Gardener briefly paused
When summer nears you’ll find him here
Tending topiary dinosaurs
With deep rumbling growls from its thick privet bowels
A mighty bush started to flex
Then it stirred into life, hell-bent on strife
A terrible topiary T Rex
These are excerpts from my "MR GARDENER" manuscript - I'd love to be able to print the whole thing but sadly I'd be afraid that it might get ripped-off (something that's happened before). Fear not, though, as I hope this tickles your proverbials anyway. The top painting is a rendition of a thumbnail the talented Ian Culbard did (do check out his blog via my links). From these early ideas Ian and I developed a show/series of stories that revolved around a street of weird inhabitants. One of the twists the show had was that each episode was written in rhyme.