My nails are seldom
A Beautiful sight
But in gardening season
They’re rather a fright
I start out in gloves
But that never works
Bare fingers prove better
To dig in the dirt
Mud-caked and chipped
And forget about polished
A week’s worth of planting
Means ten nails demolished
They get clean eventually
And grow out again
I brush on new polish
They’re okay, but then
Look! Over there
Some weeds are now growing
About that new manicure?
Guaranteed, I’ll be blowing
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