Pull A Card In The Yard!

The cat looks out near and far, especially if Pat stuffs us in the car, and sees many out in the yard. Damn, that work looks hard. Who wants one of those? That grass just grows and grows.

The time has come.
The time is near.
Shake your bum,
Kick it into gear.

The yard needs work.
The same work as before.
Do it with a smirk.
It's a happy chore.

Year after year,
Season after season,
All around this sphere,
It needs fixing for a reason.

The grass must be mowed.
The weeds must be cut.
Work can't be slowed,
Or you'll have an ugly hut.

The flowers must be planted.
So must the veggie garden.
Can't have anything slanted,
The ground just may harden.

The house must be painted.
Whoops, that's not the yard.
But bad paint can be tainted,
Can't play that card.

The gutters need cleaning.
The roof has a hole.
Calls you are screening,
Yard work is your main goal.

Rake the grass.
Rake the leaves.
Take another pass.
Too bad there weren't grass thieves.

And back we are.
It's winter once more.
No yard work near or far,
Whoops, a shoveling chore.

Then it melts away,
And start all over.
Yard work's here to stay,
Even scoop the poop of rover.

Did I hit it all? Damn, yard work has a demanding call. It has been a while since I did that crap. The cat would much rather take a long nap. Do you have a big yard to do? Hopefully you have a ride on at your zoo. The cat would just go roll in the growing grass. That would be fun for my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.