Introduction

Always having had a "brown thumb" gardening doesn't come easily to me, in fact I avoid it like the plague, so the grass in our back yard only gets mowed when I lose the dog (ah! another inspiration) and so inspired The Mower!

The Mower

The grass had grown so high
it couldn't support itself,
It was time to get the mower out,
the brush cutter off the shelf.
Trouble was I could not remember
where I'd left old "Chugger",
I just scratched my head while I searched
and simply muttered "Bugger".

It wasn't just outside the laundry
where it usually sat,
Nor underneath the patio
causing a nuisance to the cat.
Sometimes it got the treatment
and was covered with a tarp,
But it wasn't near the chook shed
in the middle of the path.

After much consideration
I remembered what I'd done,
I left it where it petered out
when winter had begun.
Trouble was the grass had grown
and it could not be found,
So I lifted up the telephone
and had a ring around.

"It seems I've lost me Mower,"
I pleaded to my mate Hector,
He was a weekend miner
and had a gold detector.
"Does it have a Mower setting?"
I asked in pleading voice.
He was so dumbfounded
he simply said "Of course".

I finally found old "Chugger"
all tangled up with weeds,
The handles were all rusted
and filled with dried grass seeds,
What a strange debacle, it brought
the neighbours tears of laughter,
A Metal Detector searching for a mower,
they'll retell forever after.

Copyright; DonL
Email: donl@computermail.net