Grass

Grass A Man of discernment the grass he gazes With invariable appetite as a cow that grazes; Grass in plains meanders with admiration, And up the hills in its converse undulation- He’s green, not with envy, but admiration! The Idiot who laid a carpet, forgetting grass His mind is dowdy and his brain has no mass Who would dare bestow him worthy hugs Who defiled the Soccer Pitch with shop tugs Who killed Nature whilst in pursuit of rugs? Green veldt, green courtyard; green, green Green is life; where green is there’s no spleen. Should distance of a kilometre grass you eat Chances are that, should you survive the feat, All ailments you’ll be cured once and neat! Should we not eat grass- listen to the murmur- To savour its natural taste and green glamour; We better adore, stop to inveigh or to boast In white milk we drink and meat we roast Grass daily fills our stomachs with the toast? ***Inspired by the beauty and surreal view of a freshly mowed lawn. JM 24th Nov’ 2013