A Purchase and A Poem

I bought a lawn-mower today…check out those blades!

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Here is a poem to go with a lawn mower, written by my son Joe (age 15)

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bermuda

Green Bermuda, Rangy, unkempt
thicker than Belize.
Rumbling machine, Hot, half spun blades,
coughing black pollution.

A cloudless, torrid summer sky
will see ferocious battle.
Valentine prepares pink lemonade,hair pulled up,
cheeks pomegranate red from heat.

Children playing, splashing and racing
in the above ground pool.
I release the sunflower seeds, masterfully cracked,
by the thirties from my mouth.

More antagonized with every failed
attempt to start the mower.
Chuckling Valentine appears with drinks:
is there any gas?

I look at her with arrogant eyebrows
and open up the tank-
Empty echoes the merciless jab at my
manhood.

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  • Ellen

    Ha! Love it (not so much the lawnmower) but I really love the poem… You paid money for that?

  • Leonard

    Hilarious – it’s always the gas….

  • Vera

    What a hoot. So did actually cut the grass?? Great poem.

  • That lawn mower retailed at $1200 new…it is a thing of beauty and it actually runs and cuts grass… oh faithless ones.

  • Ellen

    Ahh, a diamond in the rough…

  • blogging has honed your sarcastic side…I like it