A little poem I finished this morning. It speaks for itself so I shall just say, enjoy.
Mow the grass to stem the weeds
I want a lawn like a crown bowling green
Narrow the range, don’t let it seed
Cut often cut quick
And be liberal with feeds
Then tighten the edges grub out the thicket
Tut over the fence and shush for the cricket
Target the imposters of daisy’s and clover
For dandelion, birds eye and moss it’s over
One lawn pristine and of perfect hue
Immaculate and seamless
Green, wide and true
Watered at dusk and watered at dawn
In heavenly pursuit of that perfect lawn
Every hour of calm should be dashed
Run strimmers hot till fit to burst
Refill restart as the neighbours curse
Such industrious labour broadcasting live
The two stroke tremolo must bustle and jive
Around the picket fence now the talk of the lot
No rabbits nor hedgehogs will spoil this plot
Only decking and cherubs could edge this dream
Where nymphs suckle wine from eternal jars
With un-slake-able thirsts amidst solar charging stars
No pond is wanted here with ugly muddy banks
No bug breading botany with messy pupating flanks
No spawning ground of gnat harvesting insect brewing misery
No churlish waters of toads and other heathen witchery
Spray all edges burn at the cracks
That'll curtail any weed spawning attack’s
But you know what would make this garden really complete . . .
Is perhaps a little bird song . . . .
Apparently I must encourage them in
With fat rolled nuts and lardy balls
I’ll pick up some tomorrow
From the orchard shopping mall
Along with a funky bug hotel
From the kiddies corner beside the show and tell
There it says habitat loss is part of their plight
So an ounce of meal worm shall make it right
But where to put them without soiling this vista
Or perhaps I could buy a caged one and a second for my sister
All rights reserved © Christopher Jelley June 2018
