Watching Grass Grow
Someone said once "watching grass grow is a bore"
I set out to test the theory and to study the folklore
It was a nice sunny day and I found a nice spot
My tools were a blanket, a camera and some pot!
I got busy quickly adoring the lawn
I witnessed dirt, insects and sunshine til dawn
At one point I swear that I saw a blade grow
It stood up very straight and strong just to show
All of the naysayers who made fun of his kin
That watching grass grow is more tasteful than sin!
I recorded the moment with a photo and this rhyme
In hopes that I ended the theory for all time
Now get out there all and watch the grass grow
Get comfortable, concentrate and enjoy the show!
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