The weeds that grow upon the lawn

Continue growing when they’re shorn

Though treated with a herbicide

It’s no surprise that none have died

The chemicals that you apply

Should make them shrivel up and die

But only seem to feed and nourish

Makes them grow and makes them flourish

Instead of feeling all forlorn

Regarding such a sicklylawn

There’s one solution guaranteed

To eradicate that awful weed

Get up, go out, put on your coat

Buy yourself a nanny goat

© John W Fenn 21-08-2009