Going Green
There was a young artist and bard
Who loved doing things in the yard
But the grass was as thin
As the hairs on his chin
And mowing the dirt left him scarred
He purchased a lawn, sight-unseen
His bride felt the price was obscene
So he said to his wife
(To avoid further strife)
"Why honey, we're just going green!"
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Green Humor Rhymes, Old Or New For Prizes" Poetry Contest, Carolyn Devonshire, Judge & Sponsor.
( Syllables = 8,8,6,6,8, X 2, counted @ HowManySyllables.com )
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