LAND

My fair maiden,

though your tantalizing fields are overgrown.

Your melon patch is unattended.

Your titillating edges need a little trim.

Your monstrous growth needs a waring hero.

For your fantastic acreage is overwhelmingly apparent.

Stop crying my dear,

wipe your tears.

For I have come to vanquish your monster.

I will mow your lawn,

cutting your grass clean and neat.

Promising to effect special detail,

while manicuring your bush.

All weeds shall be plucked,

but not pulled.

All wants will be attended to.

No grass hair shall be left unchecked.

Do not despair my princess and

“keep hope “ alive;

your dark knight will arrive on the fourth night.

To fashion your lawn in a way only a princess would have.

Prepare your yard,

for your land is calling to me;

upon my arrival,

I shall conquer it.

Legal Poet

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