“The grass enclosed inside a neighbor’s fence
Appears a brighter shade of healthy green
Than that of grass you raise at small expense.
But if you played his* role inside this scene,
You’d think your former ways had made more sense.
[For less possessed is less to tend and clean.]
…The shade of grass won’t matter anyhow,
Unless you are a hungry horse or cow.”
*that of the neighbor. Once again, poetic license is my poor excuse for ambiguity.
[from “A Treasury of Cliches for Aspiring Stars” (which, of course, is part of The New House of Fame by Paul “Whitberg” Burgess
How very profound! The idiom isn’t nearly as exciting, though you certainly made it so 🙂
Thank you! This stanza belongs to a collection of slightly-twisted cliches I’ve written:)