| What Grass Means to Me |
| Grass should be soft, and tickle your toes. It should be green, and pungent to the nose. Grass should be loved And hugged It shouldn't look shaggy So clip it, snip it, then bag it Grass should be green, thick and lush never yellow, and burnt to a crisp Some say they prefer Blue Grass But I like mine Green There's just something about that intoxicating color that fills you with Joy I can't quite explain it It should be felt and not heard. everyone should feel the experience of soft wet grass between their toes. They should feel grass when it's freshly clipped and will stick to your close. Some say grass should just be a ground cover. Others make clothes: suits and bikinis or cover their car, for an exquisite look. I say send it put it in a box so the post office won't bend it Make a perfume, that won't smell like flowers A new look for bald men in an exciting new colors All together grass is a wonderfull thing And should have its own party a day of the year. It makes at good present at a party or fling. Please wear it a share it for its a beautiful thing. |
| Go to where the grass is always green |