There was a landscaper named Shawn, Who cherished his beautiful lawn. The sprawling green rug, Made him feel pretty smug. Though any semblance of nature was gone.
What’s a dandelion or two?
There might be more than two on my lawn…
Actually, I don’t really have a lawn, I have dandelions and dirt.
Is this poem intended to promote conservation? Or is it just me trying to make myself feel better because I seriously need to catch up on yard work?
Send help. I’m having a crisis of morality!!!