Lawns and me
While not a professional,
I take it personal,
When I see lawns not cut short for Christmas,
Down under where snow is absent at Christmas.
This year with only a few days to go til Christmas,
I see no way to redress,
The imbalance between cut,
And uncut,
Even when the number of machines to get the job done,
Should be be enough to leave no cut undone.
I have the time and inclination to volunteer to get,
more than mine done,
But not even my wife sees that as an option,
Or any of my business,
This Christmas.
Though I am on the verge,
Of cutting more than one verge,
To reverse the trend,
Of a Christmas half cut,
Through lack of those prepared to cut the rot and the mustard,
And revert to a standard,
So, Thistles, do not interfere,
With feet being bare,
And this old turkey,
Being Happy,
To see in another year,
With reason to cheer.
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