This Year's Chores

The grass soon needs mowing, as lime’s placed with care The bushes, I’ll be trimming, they’ve grown just like hair The flowers have also grown, they have or are ready to bloom The trees need pruning as branches now block out the moon The weeds, well they’re weeds, which I already must tend The fence rotted through, now that’s something I must mend The shed door flew off during the brutal winds of winter past The barbecue had blown over, I was grateful it had no gas Yeah, the spring it is wonderful for it’s new growth, it’s new life But, the work that it brings me, brings me nothing but strife