My flowers I treat with TLC,
Though their advance is slow.
Whereas, I kick and stomp the weeds,
But oh, how fast they grow!
I love the plushness of our grass,
and I often love to show it.
My husband says the reason is
That I'm not the one that mows it.
Life has a delightful way
to make things come out even.
The weight you thought you lost in front
is apparent when you are leavin'.
I sneak out of bed so my hubby can sleep,
But it doesn't matter how slowly I creep;
after two or three steps, I have to stop,
For he always wakes up when my ankles pop!