My Blooming Garden

I'm underneath my quince tree,

With a dream of making jam.

I could eat it with some cheddar cheese,

And a slice of thick cut ham.

To my left is my old apple tree,

I'll make a large caboodle,

Of apple crumble, pies and tarts,

And maybe, even strudel!

It's true my blooming garden,

Is a lovely place to sit.

Looking at my lemon balm;

(The invasive little twit.)

But dont be quick to judge her,

For her leaves are rather pucker.

Just take them off and chop them up,

And brew, a healthy cuppa.