In Which I Have Said "Sod It"

My future backyard threatened to dry out

While sitting on its pallets through the morn.

I eyed it there and failed to stifle doubt

And heaped upon myself no little scorn.

I should have womaned up and planted seed

According to my first plan, but the toil

That job was obviously going to need

Was more than I could do alone. The soil

I'd readied was already sprouting crap

Much faster than I could spade over it.

I'd fallen into a homeowner trap

From which I'd not escape, so I said, "Spit!

And sod this; suck it up and call the pros.

It's only money, right?" And so it goes.