Mowing Blues

Mowing Blues

I look out my window and what do I see?
A yard full of grass as high as the knee.
The Sun is hot as it glares off the grass.
I should get the mower but I will pass.


When I moved here I didn't think or know.
All of this grass don't take long to grow.
By the time I cut it from start to the end.
It is time to start all over and cut it again.


I guess I should be happy with this yard.
Even though to cut it takes long and hard.
Well I guess I had better mow the grass.
Before it's to high for my mower to pass.

BY: Kings

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