Some idle thoughts on grass and stubble
I’ve got grass and I’ve got whiskers,
Both need cutting frequently,
And the older I become
The more that this depresses me.
Although my grass sometimes lies dormant,
Waiting for the sun to shine,
My whiskers, they just keep on growing,
Even though the day’s not fine.
The other thing that’s real annoying,
Is, that with some modest care,
My grass, just keeps on getting better,
It shows no sign of wear and tear.
And though I give them more attention,
Shaving stubble every day,
How do my facial hairs repay me?
By growing tough and turning grey!
© James Rainsford 2011
Note to readers: A piece of lighthearted nonsense for a change this week. Reading my more recent posts I realised it was time for a bit of fun.
Posted as my contribution to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. Comments are welcome.
Kind regards to all, James.