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(Wednesday 26 March 2008)
POETRY: Poem of the week
Poem of the week: Wishful Thinking by Kathy Fodor.
Oh that my fingers were green
and of gardeners I could be queen
but even my dahlias are horrible failures
and the grass isn't fit to be seen.
Why have all of my lupins gone gray
and my onions keep rotting away
my poor little peppers are hiding like lepers
they'll emerge and turn yellow one day.
Under stones crawl big fat wood-lice
indulging in plentiful vice
the slugs and the snails are all wagging their tails
my garden's a pests' paradise.
About the poet
Although Kathy Fodor was discouraged by her primary school teacher, she gladly continues writing her impish verse seven decades later.
John Rety of Hearing Eye Press and Torriano Meeting House is a former editor of anarchist paper Freedom.