A Day Trip to Sissinghurst
(with apologies to Albert and the Lion)
There's a famous garden called Sissinghurst
That's found in the county of Kent
The "Gardeners" wanted to see it
So off in a coach they all went.
A grand bunch of folk were the Gardeners
A green-fingered crowd, every one
They all met quite early that morning
Looking forward to flowers and fun.
They didn't think much of the coach though;
Strange noises came out of the back
It juddered and shuddered and stopped, and
Made smoke that was pungent and black.
A new coach then had to be sent for.
It came, though not quite straight away.
The cheerful Gardeners re-boarded;
They wouldn't let this spoil their day.
They arrived at the gate and were counted.
"This way ladies and gentlemen,
Off to the left to buy tickets."
(And be counted all over again.)
There were too many flowers to mention
Herbs, lilies and roses galore
A border all in shades of purple
Beds of yellow, red, pink and much more.
The famous White Garden, so soothing
So restful to view, so serene
With rose-covered arbours and benches
A haven of cool white and green.
"Let's look at the view from the tower."
"Mind the door at the top," the Guide said.
His words were promptly forgotten,
Then remembered when doorway hit head!
The gardens were all they had hoped for,
A wonderful, beautiful spot
The only thing dimming the pleasure:
It really was too blooming hot.
Back at the bus, the poor driver
Was trying to watch England play
But his football-shaped set didn't function
Whilst the vehicle was underway.
The tension increased as they travelled.
In Prior the driver pulled up
And turned on the football to hear
"And so England are out of the Cup."
The Gardeners returned to their houses
England's loss not affecting their cheer.
The day trip to Kent was successful.
So they'll go somewhere else the next year.
