Ode To A Pedantic Rose Garden(er)

Oh grassy knoll,
I sigh for you...

Oh cursed grassy knoll.

Rich and green this summer's day,
And yet you lay,
And yet you lay...

Trampled.

Bested by this florid furtherance,
Man tamed your wilds with un-feng shui.
His soldiers of dis-ambiance,
marching in grotesque parade.

Of colors there are many:

There is orange and pink and fuchsia,
and purple, gold and red.
There is mauve and white and cream,
each obscenity royal bred.

In perfect lines that make no sense,
footmen in this lost parade -
mocking all the passers-by
driving on Cascade.

We are bound by asphalt,
but you could roam the lushness.
Hark, but see there's more than two
offending birds in these bushes.

Oh that we may dance
upon that grassy knoll,
For we would set it free
from that pedantic troll...

Who lives in yonder house of brick
and plants his roses 50 thick
in perfect lines of 10 and 5.
What a rosy, thorny prick!

posted by Headless-in-GR @ 3/05/2007 12:56:00 PM