A man from the council
Was spraying for weeds
He burnt my grass edges
And bed full of seeds
He wears a mask
For his personal protection
But lets his spray fly
In most any direction
All of my every-greens
Brown on one side
He could have missed them
But then he never tried
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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