Loving Poetry – Weeds

Is it safe to visit?


If you kill a neighbor,
You’ll die for murder.
If you kill a weed,
You’ll never bleed.

I do good deeds
When I’m happy.
I attack my weeds
When life goes crappy.

If the garden looks like sin,
By all means, please come in.
No weeds! Don’t knock on my sill
Without writing your will,


– Paul De Lancey, The Comic Chef, Ph.D.

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