My New Mower

My hands are blistered, back is sore

I’ve been out working in the yard

I’ve finished some but still there’s more

The going’s slow, the work is hard

See, up ‘til now I haven’t mown

The yard because the mower’s dead

And in that time the grass has grown

Which made me feel uneasy dread

And so I’m trying something new

I bought a mower with a reel

Out in the front yard clippings flew

And mowing soon held some appeal

See, this thing’s quiet, this thing’s light

It doesn’t stink of gas or grease

I could mow both day or night

And leave the neighborhood in peace

But then today I moved into

The back yard where the grass is long

And I could barely push it through

I hope this work will make me strong

And yet, despite the work and pain

A strange result has come to pass

Though some might think I’ve gone insane

I kind of like to mow the grass