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MELONIE’S RURAL GARDEN FANTASY

Please, create me something using the following words: Garden, rabbit, aroma, picnic, helicopter and determination. Have fun!

MELONIE’S RURAL GARDEN FANTASY
(non rhyming)

Melonie planned and prepped for two weeks intently,
Requirements beyond big for an event this enormous,

Location’s a problem, parking and shuttles,
Without Wi-Fi access they’d wither and cry,

Porta-potties of fiberglas have a special aroma,
Not a Fairyland picnic, this plan was in chaos,

Melonie Despaired, Melonie threatened to quit!
The Committee consulted and lunched with fine wine,

They raised Melonie’s paycheck, her determination rebooted,
This picnic rated a budget, bigger than Bankers, better than the club,

Move to the country, away from the smog,
Abundant flowers, real trees  and green grass,

Helicopters will fly guests, their cars in long-term,
Pre-validated tickets and limos to carry each to the pad,

Trailers of toilets with water and flushing,
And perfume to mask those unpleasant bad odors,

To complete the perfect idyllic illusion,
A picnic romantic, a fantasy rural,

The rabbits were imported, fuzzy and bright,
Pastel dyed pink, blue,and lavender too,

The tables pristine white with napkins checkered red,
Daises and name tags, China plates and crystal mugs

The guests were delighted, the guests were amazed,
How Melonie had managed to bring it together,

Never mind that the helicopters down-drafted when landing
Blew flowers off tables, place-settings were scrambled,

The bunnies soon panicked and ran far and wide,
To escape the dear children who hunted and taunted,

The fuel for the generator failed to appear,
The coolers were powerless, the ice disappeared,

Barbecues soon dried up, turning cold useless hulks,
Raw chicken, cold buns, and hamburger still frozen dripped in the truck,

The labor strike of the drivers for limos so needed,
Left guests walking, and walking, and lost in the big lot,

Melonie was blamed, so cute in her sundress,
Fled with the copter and cashed her check early,

The picnic garden became a mass of debris,
Grass crushed, burned and trampled and plowed underneath,

The trucks for the trailers, the tanks full to brimming,
Got stuck in the mud, the crane did more damage,

Next year they‘ll ask Melonie’s cousin, Carlotta,
To design for the hotel, no rural adventure, not ever...not ever.

>>>iggy

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