His Property Taxes Him
Petals have now fallen from the final rose
His forsythia bush is ready for pruning
Weeds are taking over where his lilac grows
And, fall bulbs not taken up are ruining.
His backyard fencing is beginning to sag
And the roof on his house needs replacing
In fact, he has nothing about which to brag
I shall not complain, for I am self-effacing.
Since I enjoy working in my own backyard
It is beautifully trimmed and neat as can be
He watches me spending hours working hard
While he neglects his property assiduously.
My neighbor constantly bemoans of his plot
While I listen, I ride my mower like crazy
I have long since wearied of his pitiful lot,
Neither a shower nor a grower, … he is lazy!
written July 16, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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