Moving the sprinkler
It’s time to move the sprinkler, since
I need to water every inch
Of thirsty yard. But here’s the woe:
Never miss a local story.
I’ll need to time my move just so,
To pluck the sprinkler while its spray
With spurting force now tilts away.
But if I’m just a second late
A gushing drench will be my fate.
I race to beat its sweep, but then
This water hazard wins again.
My clothes are soaked! There’s nothing gained;
The neighbors, though, are entertained.