No Pleasure Garden....Reverse Petrarchan Sonnet
My garden's not designed to please.
It is more like to horrify.
The plants I grow are poisonous.
I use them to combat disease.
Though you may choose to think I lie.
You can be sure they're dangerous.
Uninvited visitors die
Their bodies serve to fertilise.
The poison plants that I so prize.
In my garden; my rules apply.
You'll stay away if you are wise.
But people rarely heed advice.
Fools are not in short supply.
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