Treasure Island

Smoky Hoss

(01 may 1962 / U.S.A.)

Vanity


cut the grass
mow, mow -
stop natures advance
mow, mow -
mark your claim
mow, mow -
your personal domain
mow, mow -
vanities foolish fare
mow, mow -
worthless worldly care
mow, mow -
when you're gone
mow, mow -
the grass grows long.
no mow, no more -

Submitted: Thursday, July 04, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013

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  • Phyllis Strong (8/3/2013 9:28:00 AM)

    And another day we do it again…till one day our life will end. Go mow, mow Smoky.

    Phyllis (Report) Reply

  • Dee Corpolongo (7/20/2013 6:31:00 PM)

    Funny poem about hum drum chores we all must do.
    Love how you size it all up! Thanks!
    ok, gotta go...mow-mow....... (Report) Reply

  • Walterrean Salley (7/18/2013 6:26:00 AM)

    vanities foolish fare
    mow, mow -
    worthless worldly care
    mow, mow -
    when you're gone
    mow, mow -
    the grass grows long.
    no mow, no more -

    Amazing that it is such an annoying problem for all. But we can only do our best to manage while we're here and just keep on mowing. Thanks Smoky for this truly interesting and enjoyable write. (Report) Reply

  • Juan Olivarez (7/7/2013 10:05:00 PM)

    The lowly grass. Unconquered by man. Sets you to thinking. Which is the higher life form. (Report) Reply

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