As I look upon the lawn
I feel an urge but start to yawn
I know the grass is getting high
But what the hell, it soon will die
My wife said, its cause I am lazy
With all this talk it drives me crazy
So why don’t you go out and shop
And to my chair my feet I’ll plop
And then they’ll be more time for beer
I asked for one, go get it dear
I guess she didn’t think it funny
She called me names, it wasn’t honey
And then I said that it won’t start
But she tore that all apart
Because our mower is so old
It takes no gas, you push it cold
So in the end a compromise
She liked the thought to my surprise
I’ll go out and rent a mower
About once a week, his name is Noah
2007-10-24
23:53:33
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