my neighbor has an asphalt lawn
it takes no time at all
no watering from night to dawn
no prepping in the fall

and all it needs is just a coat
of green enamel paint
with painted flowers that no goat
would ever try to eat

Yet I, I try to tend my grass
without the use of chemicals
just sheep manure which woe alas
smells like a plague Old Biblical

I never spray but pull my weeds
without the use of staff
all backs that such a job can need
hurt only when I laugh

And when I cut I must take care
no cuttings on his paint
I messed up once and it’s no fair
with green on green he’ll faint

I love the green on golf courses
they have a special shine
just let me use napalm or worse
on this green grass of mine

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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