Unexpectant Gardeners

-this poem is for Ryan Johnson, who is an ass.

The plum tree split.
Ripe fruit is everywhere.
The rhubarb needs to be used
soon.

We just moved in.
We are not gardeners.
We did not expect this bounty
In the backyard.

But it’s there
so now, I guess,
we have to do
something
about it.