The Lawn
- Trying to ignore the garden
I really do not like gardening. This is something of a perennial
theme with me. Still, now that it is November, I can pretend the
garden isn't really there for a few months! Note that this poem
includes slightly offensive language.
I can't be arsed, if the lawn ain't grassed,
And the flowers start to wither up and die.
It's just not me, as it's plain to see,
I will never get it right, but I try.
The lawn can swivel, if it's peeing down with drizzle,
Or the frost is laying on the ground.
My grass can wait, till the weather out is great,
Or the pigs start flying all around.
I just don't care, if the garden is all bare,
Or neighbours start to wonder if I've died.
Those lovely weeds, can spread around their seeds.
I'll keep the curtains closed and stay inside.
I can't be bothered, if the path gets covered,
Or the bush starts thinking it's a tree.
I've not got the time, to kill a dandelion,
The love of gardening is a mystery.
I'm thinking in the future, I'll leave it up to nature
To decide which if any plant will last.
I'll go out once a year, to check that it's still here,
But apart from that, I simply can't be arsed!
Category: "Humour", Star-Rating: **
Written by Keith Lambell, November 13th 2003
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