A Cat in the Hat Kind of Problem

I was done with my class,
I was finally through.
And I said, "How I wish
I had something to do!"

My homework was done.
My husband was out.
This would be fun,
There was no one about.

So I did the only thing I could think of to do:
Dig!
Dig!
Dig!
Dig!
Weeds that were small
And weeds that were big!

I dug weeds from the yard
With a vengeance quite rare.
My back was on fire
But I didn't care

I pulled weeds 'til my hands
Were calloused and sore,
Then I sat on the ground
And I pulled them some more!

My yard was then free
Of those nasty old weeds.
The problem was now
That they covered the street!

How does one rid
Oneself of street weeds?
Will a cat in a hat
come and handle the deed?

The answer is NO!
There's no magic cat
To whisk them away
With a tip of his hat.

The task must be handled
Quite quickly you see
Or you'll be in hot water
With the housing committee.

So I set to work sweeping.
No need for that cat
To get rid of the street weeds
In five minutes flat.

No more weeds in the yard.
No more weeds in the street.
It was a tough, but not
Insurmountable feat.

The next time you find
Yourself in a fix,
You know that you won't
Need a cat or his tricks!

Just do it yourself
You'll be fine, You will see.
You don't want to anger
The Housing committee!