Don’t give us no sass,
Our sand has yet to yield grass,
Could it be the fertilizing gas,
Or the hordes that walk on it en masse…
Cannot for the life of me figure,
Why the grass won’t grow,
Maybe too high we are on this plateau,
Even have I read to it from Thoreau…
Guess its better in the long run,
Will not have to cut it, anyway no fun,
Though smoking it can be as well quite fun,
Thought all it needed was water and sun…
© ed ~ 3/8/06
Love Tinka