My Gardening Hobby

My garden is looking ever so grim,
My overgrown bushes need a good trim.
The grass is as soggy as it can get,
When I’m out feeding birds, my feet get wet.

I slipped on some leaves the other day,
When collecting eggs from my hens that lay.
They broke and covered my new blue jeans,
I was scrambled so well I’d be nice with beans.

I tripped over the shovel and blacked my eye,
On a mop and a bucket placed near by.
I wished I had never got out of bed,
And looked at my seed catalogue instead.