When no one but the filthy rich could afford gas
the poor went to fighting over the length of grass
I've got the worlds tallest blades said a man next door
I use mine for shade I know that much for sure
Call the world book of records and let them see
for no one has a blade of grass taller than me
Oh yeah said the neighbor on the other side
Why the blades in my back yard touch the sky
Can't mow it so show it and be oh so proud
said a woman as her grass waved in a cloud
Till the price of gas drops all's going to hell
said the sheriff as he hauled her off to a cell
The rich got richer for they had a brilliant plan
they hired mowers to charge all over the land
A fee for removing each blade of grass by the bale
and if you couldn't afford it you went to jail
Everyone had a record and it was a shame
because of gas prices it will never be the same
It's bad that you have to walk clear across town
cause you can't afford gas for nothing that gets around
Can't mow it so show it and be oh so proud
said a woman as her grass waved in a cloud
Till the price of gas drops all's going to hell
said the sheriff as he hauled her off to a cell
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