Number 48, Flipping Moles

Flipping Moles
There are mountains on my lawning, that have just appeared:

They weren’t there first thing this morning, don’t you think it’s weird?
Yesterday the gardener came to do the mowifying,

He said he left the lawn quite flat, d’you think perhaps he’s lying?

I am not exaggerating, when I say to you;
Someone’s been elaborating my idyllic view!
I love to gaze out to the sea, beyond my garden walling,

But now what is it that I see?..avalanches falling!                                                    

Skiers, climbers, mountaineers, cable-cars and goats,

Not my fish pond fountaineers, nor the usual boats!

And now my gardener will complain; he’s much more work to do;

Mountains always create rain, and I've got quite a few!

While mowerising something flat is pretty much a breeze,

A mountain or something like that, is not so very ease!
I know, I know, what you are thinking; I am being silly,

It’s just a mole who has been sinking, holes and made it hilly!
Making mountains out of molings is what I hear you say,

These hills are really great big rollings, getting in the way!
What kind of mole could make this lot, all in about an hour?

I think there must have been a plot by some suspicious power!

I’ve Mont Blanc by the garden shed,

And K2 near the gate,

The Andes occupy the bed, where roses were of late!
If I look up I just can see, if the sky is clear,
The very top of Mount Fuji ,
From where I’m standing here!                                                                                 

My wife has gone to phonify, to ask someone to come.

I wonder if it’s only I, or neighbours too have some?
Someone must surely specialise, in solving things like this,
But maybe they don’t realise, how big a job it is!
And while the man is getting here, I’m going to sit and moan;
I’d not have bought this house, I fear, if I had have known!