Paul F. McCann

THE LAWN MOWING MAN

He’s a sweaty kind of bloke
riding round on his 4-stroke
with a real edge of badness on the blade.
He’ll tell you to keep off the grass
every time he goes past,
its mower madness out there with no shade.

You hear him whipper snipping
and doing some hedge clipping for you
and he’ll put the sprinkler on in the heat of the day.
You might see him pull the string
and call it some stupid thing,
if it doesn’t start almost right away.

He’s not that well known
in his coming and going
but he’s doing the best that he can,
keeping things down and from getting overgrown,
they call him the lawn mowing man.

God must look down
with a smile on his face
at this wonderful place,
as the grass it keeps growing
and the man who keeps mowing away everyday.

He’s a dusty kind of dude
cutting through the neighbourhood
with a mower and a blower on the job,
He’ll manicure your lawn
and the weeds will soon be gone,
all care of the franchised mowing mob.

He’s not that well known
in his coming and going
but he’s doing the best that he can,
keeping things down and from getting overgrown,
they call him the lawn mowing man.

God must look down
with a smile on his face
at this wonderful place,
as the grass it keeps growing
and the man who keeps mowing away everyday.