Friday, July 22, 2011

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.

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