Get dad out in the garden

Mowers and cutters and machinery
It’s mini logging habitat mean to me
Attacking nature improving the grass
Ignorance and total unawareness what arse
Can expect plants and wild flowers
To grow and be tough
When we sliced off their heads
And then we just stuff
Them on top of each other
Into the green bin
Scrape off the moss and the weeds
What a sin
It’s not reality
It’s nonsense in fact
They tell us its actually how to react
Look into the forest what do we see
Great natural pattering balance and we
Go out and look at it
But back at home
We tear off we cut off
We bloody well comb
It’s not just the wind
Nor the hail nor the snow
But all the machines
And what have we to show
Short back and sides
The odd mole hill or two
And, expensive flowers
To show off the dew

I only went out to recycle met the neighbour sweating his heart out
Scraping the lawn of moss and this odesprang into my awareness