It’ll Be Over by Christmas

I’m back here cutting grass,

but the grass is cutting back.

The casualties amass,

for a tit-for-tat attack.

 

It’s time we had a truce,

and agreed to meet halfway.

The mowing can reduce,

if the growing goes away.

 

Until then we’re at war,

and all quarter is denied,

but we’ve been here before,

Winter’s always on my side.

 

 

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