I had to mow…

I had to mow awhile ago…

But to mow required the PTO…

And the PTO is usually a No-Go…

Accompanied by frustration and woe…

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And so……………

with the assistance of Paolo…

…….away I did go…

chopping & cutting and mowing in rows…

Weeds & small trees were dispatched and laid low…

Small rocks & wood chips were slung to and fro…

No livestock were pelted or hit with a blow…

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Everything’s cut short now from above and below…

The buzz-cut’s complete with the bush hog in tow…

The snakes can’t hide & have nowhere to go…

So except for the sun-stroke, I am happy to know…

I’m done with the mowing and that &%#%$@^% PTO.

 

**********Tra La**********

(I think I’m dehydrated & dazed.)

(Next time I’ll do a parody on the lyrics of the song “G.T.O.” by Ronny and the Daytona’s.)