This Year's Chores
The grass soon needs mowing, as lime’s placed with care
The bushes, I’ll be trimming, they’ve grown just like hair
The flowers have also grown, they have or are ready to bloom
The trees need pruning as branches now block out the moon
The weeds, well they’re weeds, which I already must tend
The fence rotted through, now that’s something I must mend
The shed door flew off during the brutal winds of winter past
The barbecue had blown over, I was grateful it had no gas
Yeah, the spring it is wonderful for it’s new growth, it’s new life
But, the work that it brings me, brings me nothing but strife
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