A garden’s what I found wandering, through the weed patch of my mind. Realized it’d been there all along, how could I be so blind? There were daises and were daffodils and of course the roses they’d I’d smelt. Lo and behold! A pint of rum, of course I took a belt. And another, and again until my head began to spin, The flowery perfumes stirred quite heady, from the foliage I was tromping in. Then realized I was not alone! This ain’t my mind at all! I’d stumbled into someone’s wedding and I really didn’t have the gall. I stuttered and I stammered out it was an accident. They all giggled politely, as away, red faced, I went. Sorry Glenda, it's a kinda serendipity thing sometimes.