Pansies and Deer

Pansies and Deer No matter what I planted and suppose There will be a place where a weed grows And then all of my lawn as I look over All I seem to be seeing is a bunch of clover. In my poems, I really hate to sound mean Clover can be dark or maybe bright green And of course also yet it is so very true Weeds end up with ends yellow or bright blue. Now by bugs and moles lawn is being infested And almost whole lawn has become digested When I look again some patches I saw That are brown looking like some straw. Had a great idea which was olden and golden Several pansy plants from out front have stolen They would eventually throw away and discard So I planted them all around my whole yard. Threw Epsom salts down when I did groom And all of my fine flowers beautifully bloom And am sure you know I can hardly wait To see what each deer, doe and mate just ate.