Here is my garden, looking a little bit neglected as I spend more time copy-editing than I do gardening. I suppose you could say I’m weeding, but it’s words I’m weeding out, not “weed” weeds.
A western flycatcher flew over to the fence and gave me a condescending look.
Ooooooh! Anneli! That doesn’t look good. You’ve got to get out there and clean up that mess you call a garden.
So I asked if he’d like to help me weed.
“Tell me you’re joking!” he said.
“I don’t think so!” he said. “… Awww … don’t look like that. You should have gotten on top of the job right at the start!”
Call me when the work is done.
“Weeding words,” she calls her job,
Didn’t know she’s such a snob.
Doesn’t get her hands too dirty
Asks for help from this lil birdie.
I’m no weeder, I must say,
Must learn that another day,
Weeding plants is bad enough,
Weading books is way too tough.