She likes the garden
Best of all the rest
Of the place. Roses
In bud; snowdrops out

Across the green lawn;
The camellias
Out in coloured bloom,

White, yellow and red,
Like one stuck and bled.
And her husband dead;
Hidden deep beneath

Those camellias,
Red, yellow and white,
Ever since that night

When she struck his head
With a garden gnome,
And he fell and bled
Into the green lawn.

Such a messing man
Even in his death.
Gone now and at rest;

His head pointing west;
And he now more mellow
Beneath camellias,
Red, white and yellow.