'He took his vorpal sword in hand...'
'Twas brillig... and a friend visited for tea and chat.
Bravely she fought the beasts at the gate, passed the overgrown thorny briars, wading through a river of unraked leaves beside the swamp. With relief she escaped to the relative safety of the castle entrance only to do the same daring trip in reverse an hour later...
It was time to tackle the front garden!
'One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!'
First the contorted roses, then the shadowing hedge. The twin lavender beasts were tamed (possibly one was slain) and the scurrying leaves turned to mulch.
The bird bath cleaned of green and grey slime and the surrounding fence returned to fairytale white
And the exhausted gardener slept...