A
blaze of golden colour
Will
delight the eye
Of
all the massive multitudes
That
pass my garden by.
Vigorous
and healthy
Are
the things my garden grows,
Unlike
my careful neighbour's
Neat,
neurotic rows.
My
lawn grows strong and luscious
And
never is shaved bare.
Unlike
my neighbour's shaven lawn,
There's
form and contrast there.
And
if my niggly neighbour
Finds
cause there to complain,
What
is that to me, sir?
I'll
answer just the same:
My
garden is magnificent
In
nature's own design,
With
its mass of mighty dock leaves
And
golden dandelions.
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