The grass in my garden was gross,
all tangled and knotted, now I see
I used to think it was meant to be
for a man has no worries with this.
Comfortable I say it was not,
specially when the weather was hot,
how could people even visit me?
One day I decided to mow some grass,
tidy up that disordely mess,
entwined like Medusa's hair.
Now I'm proud to say I keep it clean,
life's too short to not be free
and make our girl's lives easier.