Succumbing to the filth of life
he gardens with his hands
calling to his pretty wife
she laughs at his demands.
"Go get the spade, I've found a weed"!
His voice imbued with pain.
"Damn the will of these wicked seeds!
And damn the constant rain!"
She laughs again and calmy quips
"We've only just begun."
He fakes a limp and grabs his hip
"This gardening's no fun."
"I'll eat the crops myself, you bum!!"
He shuffles to the house.
"It's not my fault, my hip is numb!"
She's quiet as a mouse.
That night at dinner's healthy spread
he looks at her in shame.
"At harvest time you'll be well fed
and I'll not be the same."
he gardens with his hands
calling to his pretty wife
she laughs at his demands.
"Go get the spade, I've found a weed"!
His voice imbued with pain.
"Damn the will of these wicked seeds!
And damn the constant rain!"
She laughs again and calmy quips
"We've only just begun."
He fakes a limp and grabs his hip
"This gardening's no fun."
"I'll eat the crops myself, you bum!!"
He shuffles to the house.
"It's not my fault, my hip is numb!"
She's quiet as a mouse.
That night at dinner's healthy spread
he looks at her in shame.
"At harvest time you'll be well fed
and I'll not be the same."