What`s more alluring than an ambling stroll
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through gardens scented with jasmine in shades
of oaks? The brook splish-splashes, wavelets roll
like drowsy lullabies, all care evades.
Darned shears and dammit I forgot the spades
but anyway I`ve got my trusty saw
cause the environ in this lovely glades
decided to revolt, root, branch and claw.
Foul incantation out from bushy maw
greets my arrival, followed by a cloud
of suckubies, I`d like to trade one paw
for any tail, or an iranian shroud.
Baal Zibibs` minions sing in hellish bliss,
the winged brigade attacks, more hit than miss.