A very short poem about doing yard work with an OCD spouse.


Photo by Ochir-Erdene Oyunmedeg on Unsplash

Why are you blowing

While I am still mowing?

You’re obsessed with the length

And I don’t have the strength

To keep on going and going.



Artsy Fartsy Parrot Mama

Book nerd and freelance writer finding gold in ordinary places. And I always follow back.