Last week I jokingly said I had the the worst garden tat
after a friend bought a metal cockerel
Well it soon turned out into full competition mode.
I was well out in front until some clever
clogs came up with a three foot plastic dinosaur.
I nearly conceded the title at this point
after looking around at my little collection.
Then I thought I’ve got to pull a rabbit out of the hat
here or I’m doomed.
So I didn’t bottle it, I came out all guns blazing
and here it is, the winning piece.
My mahoosive scarecrow budgie from 2012.
Think that puts me back up on the winning spot
don’t you.