(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…

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

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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