Introducing Rosie

Another silly limerick:

They think a DJ's life is fun and dandy.
But sometimes I'd rather take care of Rosie.
Too many late nights make me ill,
And then I have to pop more pills.
So now I do gardening to stay happy.

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listening to 10cc's 'I'm Not In Love'...

Decided to go for a one-hour run since tonight's lessons ended earlier. Now I stink and my legs are kind of wobbly.
Took a look at Rosie after my run, and I thought my heart would burst with pride.

My baby has overcome all obstacles and is finally growing properly again!!!
The two little buds have bloomed into nice miniscule florets, and I can see another bud peeking from amongst the leaves.

Mom thinks I'm looney coz I tell everyone Rosie's my kid.
Well, Rosie's been my pet plant since June, and five months of nurturing is a lot of hard work.
It is totally uncool to squat in the garden and snip dead leaves off the stem. People in the neighbourhood who see me talking to Rosie, probably have concluded that I'm a nutcase.

Last month, she suffered from aphids attack and I had to double my effort.
Plucking aphids from Rosie's leaves, then squashing the fat little bugs wasn't my idea of glamorous fun. I got a little obsessed and even hunted down the little pests just before I left to meet friends.
One whole month of diligent gardening and pest killing has finally paid off...

Shucks!
I rattling off like a proud mother whose child has just started teething/ walking/ attending Primary one. This is so ludicrous.