Working on hundredth poem
Without a lot for me to say
Perhaps what is known
Of the weather this sunny day

A day in May with sunshine
Dandelions in with the grass
Darn things are a nuisance
The yellows' in such a mass

Will dig them all up you realize
Find the lawnmower and gas
Cut the lawn and fertilize
Give the lawn a little class

Love May as it gives us flowers
Its the dandelions that I hate
It'll take me hours and hours
And as flowers ..... second rate

But wait a moment gratuitous son
Don't throw hordes of them away
We can make wine by the ton
So as not to waste our prescious day!