Lethal Landscaping
Something in so-called modern landscaping
amuses me no end;
be it in plush mansions, resorts or some cottages
round the bend.
Seems to folks who fancy themselves
as aesthetically cultured,
a well-mown lawn is never deemed
artistically manicured
unless there are antique-looking pots,
dynasty jars strewn around,
which must be slightly cracked or broken,
partly sunken in the ground,
like unearthed ancient markers of a mummified
queen's jewelry;
but to plumbers like me, it's a health-risky,
silly mystery.
Pots and jars breed mosquitoes that inject
into your artery
malaria, courtesy of landscaping's
mandatory pottery!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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