“Mary, Mary, quite contrary how does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockle shells and HAND GRENADES all in a row. AhahHhAhaaAhahaA”
*I skip down the path giggling as the soil flies and petals cascade to the floor.
I grab the florist, throw him on to a deck chair and tie him up with a hose.
“Now then let’s see, I’m no expert but I’d say this could do with a trim!”
*I grab the pair of shears on the table beside me*
Muhahahahahaha

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