I wrote this one for my dad. I would REALLY be excited if the designer of the parody page could please put a link to this on that page! Please write me when this is done. I haven't shown it to Dad yet--I'm waiting until it gets posted on the net. Peace--EG
"Bitching 'Bout Summer Lawns" by Stairway Dedicated to my father, Mad Russian. Mom looked out the back window At the backyard's sloping hill "I can't see the family barbecue from the window sill" As Dad trudges out in the blinding sun, I hear him bitching 'bout summer lawns He weedwhacks by the fence Where it gets so overgrown And his sunburned head Sports little growth of its own He edges out where the curb is Steps where the dogs have gone And starts bitching 'bout summer lawns Daddy He can't take it easy Daddy With this grunt-work task Daddy Weekend's gone My old man gets no time to relax Working like a dog To get done before it rains He breaks for another Pepsi glass And claims his back's in too much pain The mosquitos buzzing And the heat wave burning-in a snarling voice He's bitching 'bout summer lawns Now there's darkness setting in Got no choice but to quit it He's got a lawn like a golf-course green And no one to see it Still he sweats like a pig of some kind And in a tired voice Still bitches 'bout summer lawns.
