I look at my
lawn,
In dawn's early
light...
It really shot
up,
Almost
overnight.
And even some
weeds,
Grew much
too fast...
Not knowing
their lives,
Soon would be
past.
In no time at
all,
The grass starts
its quaking...
Realizing full
well,
From steps
I am taking,
What's coming
next,
A haircut and
more...
The mower
impatient,
By sound of
its roar.
"Oh no!" cries
the grass,
"It's a level
three...
A buzz
cut too short that
Looks
awful on me!"
With
determination,
And much gusto
too...
The grass gets a
mowing,
A buzz cut, its
true!
Not that
its long lasting,
As we all well
know...
For almost
immediately,
The grass starts
to grow.
It surely
must be,
Paybacks of
a sort...
That grass must
be mowed,
And buzz cuts
are short!
© 06/13/09 Loree (Mason)
O'Neil
Midi playing is:
Green Green Grass
