Olympic mowing.
I mowed the lawn all day today;
Walked ten miles along the way,
So since I’m champion it ought,
To be an Olympic sport!
Now I come to think of it,
I am really very fit;
See my muscles and you’ll tell,
(I mow the neighbour’s lawn as well).
Both our gardens are quite big,
I don’t just mow but also dig.
I trim the hedges twice a year,
And now and then the ditches clear.
No wonder then that I am trim,
Strong of heart and lean of limb;
An athlete capable of gold...
The only trouble is I’m old!
© Stephen Saunders
Please read number 54 again now.
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bowleyfarm@gmail.com or 01428 741212
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