Beaver the demon gardener
Lives down Warwickshire way
If your really unfortunate
He,ll trim your hedge someday

Now Beaver called at Pollys House
Her hedge was her pride and joy
Twas tall and thick and beautiful
Laural had been growing since Beaver was a boy.

Just trim it back a little please
Polly was heard to say
Then without a care in the world
Pol sets off about her day

When her toil was over
Pol returned to see her plight
Her dark and shady garden
Was looking very light

Pol,s tall majestic laurel bush
was the pride for miles around
Beaver the demon gardener
Had cut it to the ground

Now Polly loves all animals
Springers, Goldfish and a cat
But she,s not to keen on Beavers
You can be sure of that !!

well, I'm pleased to say that didn't go the way the title suggested it might! Well done - very poetic!!!

ROFL - that is so funny!

Thank you very much...

Hope no one misconstrues that title though eh?

No Polly , I could do a Rugby Club version but the boss would have me exiled from ST