Stubborn Grasses Remembered By Cutlasses
A farmer remembers stubborn grasses
And his hands remember his cutlasses;
Down The Stubborn he goes cut to mow
Enemy shrubs he would want low;
A hectare he gives intended glows
But from Mongrel elicit Wows!
Foolish fighter of his decision to sow
While every portion is a waiting row:
With fertilizer to let shoots grow
And his farmer’s Account cause to flow …
Only about thieves some bow wows know,
To into panic a full pack throw,
Save ones that with The Trend flow,
Painstakingly trained to this show…
“You sharrap Uninvited Dog!
Or I shall after you send a flying log!
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