Those wascally wabbits
are dwiving me NUTS.
There’s lots of green stuff in my lawn.
Why don’t they eat clover?
Why don’t they eat weeds?
Why don’t they eat GRASS and be GONE?
Those wascally wabbits
are dwiving me NUTS.
There’s lots of green stuff in my lawn.
Why don’t they eat clover?
Why don’t they eat weeds?
Why don’t they eat GRASS and be GONE?
I battle with the bunnies
‘bout who gets to eat zucchini.
My final epitaph will read:
“A Bunny-Hating Meanie.”
I like to bake zucchini bread.
I think my bread’s a winner.
I like to eat it for my lunch.
And breakfast. And for dinner.
I found another plain string mop.
It’s light enough for sissies.
It wouldn’t rate a second glance
from Ajax or Ulysses.
It won’t clean up a factory
nor a department store.
But it might be the size I need
to mop my kitchen floor.
On Maui, it’s Apocalypse.
Fire rains down from the sky.
Terror comes to Paradise.
People burn. And people die.
My lilac bush is sickly.
Doesn’t flourish. Doesn’t thrive.
But it has the Heart of Champions
‘cuz it’s managed to survive.
The slightest touch of color
brushed my big tomato’s cheek.
Tomatoes for my table?
There’ll be plenty by next week!
Too many people have lost their lives.
Too many children have died.
Too many bullets have torn through flesh.
Too many mothers have cried.
I went out early, and beat the rabbits,
despite their voracious eating habits.
I saved a zucchini for my dinner.
Zucchini Wars? I am Today’s Winner!
I wish a happy day for you….
where ev’ry thing goes right…
where loving words fill up your ears…
and your heart feels warm and light.