Lawnmower Man

"Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck,
damned piece of shit!
I've met the devil,
and his named is Snapper."

Frank fumbles with the wires,
kicks the tires,
pulls the cord and

nothing happens.

Another volley of the F-word, then
"Help me, help me, help me,"
close to tears.

I run outside with pliers,
and after almost half an hour
I find culprit broken wire,
make contact,
Frank pulls and

it starts.

Hugs and dirty kisses,
"Honey, you're the greatest."

The mower chugs though grass
for fifteen minutes,
then it stalls.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!"

It's a wonder
the neighbors don't complain.

Karen Tellefsen
kat2@mindspring.com

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