To get through the mowing task, I have to play mind games


Lawn Battle

I turn the mower and make a pass
Another line of freshly cut grass
The mower roars as I pace
I become a dragster in a race
Down the strip I make a run
And another path is quickly done
I'm a jet fighter launching from a ship
I zoom off another strip
A barber I am with souped up clippers
I slide back and forth like well oiled zippers
Row after row I take the grass down
Three inches closer to the ground
I'll master this task or it will master me
This battle will continue until I'm free
Freed by death or the finished deed
I'll get this done, as long as I need
I'll push this mower and push it hard
Until I've cut this whole darn yard





Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-10-09 at 00:19

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wee2souls
oh my!!! such a good laugh!!
a hoot you are so so much funerama
so love my mixed nuts oh!!I so do:)
what a poem!! tears of joy this gave me!!
love
cindy:)))
2006-10-10


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hi there Phyllis right on the button and your poetry skills are shown to the full in this excellent text rgds mike
2006-10-09


Saga
I hate trying to start one of these things, I guess that's why I love living the city!!!
2006-10-09


Kathy Lockhart
Ah fun stuff! You make me feel everything you write! You are my big sister and I follow you around enjoying whatever you dish out. Clotheslines and lawn battles...what a circus of emotions! Did you work off that decadent cheese cake? I think i just did a couple of calories laughing at this great poetry! me
2006-10-09


keith nunes
yahoo! what a cracker of a poem and a great laugh. you have an amazing imagination Phyl!
2006-10-09


Coolaaron88
Glad to see you have succeeded. Grass has met its match. : )

~Aaron Rowe
2006-10-09