Sprouting up from the earth,
Small, green, and alive,
Stretching towards the sun with mirth,
Doing the growing-up-jive
When the rain refuses to fall
He's there with his garden hose
Taking care of them, each and all
Until summer comes to a close
Out of the garden now they go
Off into the world, far and wide
The wind carries them to and fro
Until once again they collide
Back to the garden, familiar soil
After a year of adventure and toil.
A Limerick
He tries his best to make me snort
Always ready with a silly retort
A pun battle ensues
Witticism spews
Wordplay really is quite a sport.

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