"Having a Chat."

    I am in the naughty corner,I am wicked bad and evil, have had far to much to say.

  Oh! Dismay, dismay, dismay.

   Then I heard a little whisper coming from near and  from afar.

  It was my garden calling, put the kettle on you dill and place a smile upon your face.

  Come outside and join us, we will have a wee small chat.

  I wandered out amongst it, and then to my surprise, I sort of turned all peaceful. Then quickly  realised, it doesn't matter what I say or even what I think.

    If it is said with good intent, I don't think it really stinks.

        Thank You Garden.