Don't Grass Me Up!
Susan Stockman:
If an Englishman's lawn is his paddock,
Come, dig ours up with a mattock.
It's thick with damp moss,
Plagues of weeds make me cross,
So does the dog poo and piddle.
Despairing he went off to Lidl
Bought lawn feed for scabs caused by widdle
I complained that it now smells of haddock
But my other 'arf told me to shaddup!
And buy it myself if I’m that flush
When it grows bright and lush
I don't want to push
Our geriatric mower;
I'm no Percy Thrower!
So just let me win a Visimo,
Then join us, we’ll sit out with the vino!
Picture of lawn-wreckers in action
