Mary’s Land

                                       In the vast land of Mary’s lamb
                                       there were some ducks in a pond.
                                       Within a green pool the ducks swam,
                                       and of these ducks, none was fond.

                                       Some residents of Mary’s land
                                       got the idea to buy trucks.
                                       Those that wished to impose their stand,
                                       with the trucks ran over the ducks.

                                       A bloody mess for guest to see,
                                       and those with trucks talking their stuff.
                                       And so the peacocks filled with glee,
                                       they went strutting about their fluff.

                                       The green pool sits to germinate,
                                       sprouting spores like never before.
                                       The growth of green to terminate
                                       eating itself in a green war.