From Cars to Gardens: The Case for Hiring a Pro

Silver car with open hood and tools scattered on the ground during repair

(This is a funny poem about everyday problems—from broken cars to wild gardens—that makes a playful case for hiring a cheap pro instead of doing it yourself.)

“A Pro: Who Needs One?”

I need a pro.

My car won’t go.

I lost my phone.

I’m renting my home.

I garden now and then,

But only when…

The sun is out–

and I’m cursed- with sniffling a snout.

Still, I need a pro,

Cause, I don’t know…

How to fix my car or make a garden grow.

 My garden’s dead. I’m out of money, so…

Raised wooden garden bed with dead, dried plants and dry soil

At least the car is clean,

But the grass is mean—

It’s tall and wild,

I feel like a feral child.

Do weeds ever pretend?

Does it’s evil ever end?

The grass needs mowing

Man pushing lawn mower through tall grass, looking strained and sweaty

My clothes need sewing.

Please find me a cheap pro.

“Does anyone know, where I can call or go?”

Please be my friend and tell me so–

I don’t like the answer, no!

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