Today I wrote a letter
To the council to complain
The same one as I wrote last year
For a man who has no name
Before I wrote I rung them
Asking who should get my letter
The switchboard couldn’t help me
Try department head that’s better
I sat with pen and paper
And addressed it head of parks
Asking could they cut the grass
Before it caused more sparks
The wasteland they’d created
Grew thick with weeds and grass
The dandelions full of seed
Grew taller with each pass
A simple little letter
To this man who has no name
But no one cut the grass again
Like last year just the same
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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