My (ex) Garden

Before the days of hover mow,

When the grass was so very tall

We regularly lost the kids football.

We thought of both goats and sheep

Make them eat to pay their keep,

But what of all my plants and fruit

If grass their taste it didn't suit.

With thoughts from me and words from him

The hope of a solution seemed fairly slim,

Till a bright idea from heaven was sent

We covered the whole lot over, in cement!