Summer’s course is nearly run
Garden furniture guilt-trips
Rasp goes the sandpaper
Boing goes the tin lid
Slosh goes the paint
The paint is wet
And now it’s tacky
Drips smoothed out
And now it’s dry
Outside jobs are almost done
It just remains to gild the lily
Zenrinji 
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What a delightful poem! Thank you.
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A bit tongue in cheek, but I’m glad you liked it!
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