Bloody Lawn

Bloody lawn you can hear it grow, you know them green leafy blades prosper in the sun … and even the bloody shade HARK!

could that be the rustling of beetles and bugs or just the bloody buffalo weaving itself into a rug

There’s all sorts of grass ornery stuff like couch

or Sir Walter, tougher stuff with class It’s annoying stuff most of the time But come Sundee morning it’s. all. mine!

Time to put the wide shady hat on

And let rip with the Briggs and Stratton!

Ian McDougall