I was trying to mimic Edna St. Vincent Millay's poem,
The Philosopher, and came up with this:
Down the Garden PathSaid the gardener to her garden, --
The only patrons to their warden --
“Why can’t I meet a friend or lover?
All my days are spent alone with you,
A garden over whom I hover;
Alas, I need another friend or two.”
And the youngest sapling then replied,
“Dear, I’ve seen your sun ...