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!