Monday, 3 November 2014

A Blaze of Golden Colour

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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