Sometimes it's a bit of a crush
but getting it done is a must.
With energy levels brimming,
my thoughts are on tree trimming;
sounds of grinders and trucks
gobs of gravel chucking men
willing to bare it all with a grin.
We all know the season is more
than the singing birds we adore;
a time to clean or replace,
perhaps revamp your whole place.
Summer's just around the corner
running out of time the great fear;
my spring is a hurry and a hustle
'till another contractor’s here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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