I love to mow...you must think I lie
For not many folks enjoy it as much as I.
The warm sweat trickles down my skin
A sweet-looking tan from this I'll win.
I'm filled with pride as people through the fence
Ooo and Ahh and give me compliments.
The smell of fresh-cut grass fills my nose
As I struggle to wind up the looong hose.
When the hard work is through
I lay in the shade and kick off my shoes.
The dog next-door disturbs me as he barks
As non-existent mohawks line the tire marks.
When asked to mow....my brother will whine
But I simply love to mow.... I'll do it every time.
Sunday, June 4
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