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By B.K. Date: 2002 Jul 27 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.27.17.53.934]] |
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I think I have a fever One million degrees Help me Darlin It’s yard work disease I mowed too much grass Pulled too many weeds Might have sunstroke Or tick bite Maybe finger Nile Fever My legs and toes are turning green And my face is so red it hurts The dogs are howling And the neighbors agree I should have bought a condo Forget about trying to kill myself I could be playing tennis, swimming Just sunning myself pleasantly I mean this is no Romeo and Juliet scene This is hell and torture in its finest hours (to me) And I can sense your snickering faces While I’m sweating and regretting The length of the driveway The width of the yard I know this isn't rocket science But it sure is hard The morning glories growing up The cork screw willow tree I’m pulling them down And they’re wrapping around Like some Stephen King story They’re climbing up me The bees are a buzzing The wasps wild and free And I’m the yard slave That would much rather be Writing poems to my Honey In a controlled atmosphere Where it’s cool and I’m so free There’s plenty to munch on And a great big gallon of iced tea Boy am I gonna be sore tomorrow Oh Boo Hoo, Woe Is Me bk (the yard slave) ©bk2002 |