Gardener's Revenge
by Margret Rice

Margret’s opening a slug pub
And the guest list’s very elite.
Shell-suits will be optional,
But definitely no feet.

We’ll cut the tape at dusk,
Access will be via the lawn.
No need to worry about carriages.
You’ll be out cold by dawn.

Just slide into the pool bar,
Enjoy my exceptional ale.
Getting legless won’t be a problem,
But you might get a little pale!

You’ve ruined all my radishes,
And my lettuces you have tasted.
It’s time to take the consequences,
So prepare to get totally wasted.