My mower's a moaner and groaner
S Baber from Birmingham:My mower's a moaner and groaner. Rusty and dusty, used and abused, she keeps playing hard to get.
It's no longer amusing, she keeps giving me a bruising by refusing,
screaming: 'Don't make me come''.
I've kept my libido, she's gone rapido.
No longer my pleasure or my treasure
No longer a thrill but a chill
She's slow and loose, I've nothing to lose, so, it's time to ditch this ***ch, time for some fresh new kit.
My gardens become boring. I've been yawning, my lawns in mourning, and given me a warning.
Time to start brooding, concluding: my lawns in need for my 'coming'.
