I pull once, I pull twice,
it sputters trying to entice.
Finally it catches and roars to life,
I am cutting the grass to please my wife.
I go up and I go down,
the droning of the engine is all around.
The sweat pours down my back and into my eyes,
the vibrating engine rattles my insides.
The old gasoline mower pollutes the air,
but today is not an ozone action day, so I do not care.
At last the front lawn is done,
then my wife yells - how bout the back, hun?
