We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stairs

Gardens seem to inspire people to write verse.

Myself included.

My garden sings to me,
In symphonies,
That make whalesong,
Sound like geese.

I was very proud of that when I wrote it.

It wasn't until I'd recited it to a good number of people (some more than once), that someone took me aside and said, “Look, I know you love your garden, but your poetry stinks.”

“OK” I said, “How about this? -
There was a young actress from Kew,
Who said as the Bishop..."

I digress - sorry - the question is, which blog contains gardening-inspired poetry that should, with the best will in the world, be consigned to the compost heap.