The Lawnmower and the grumpy neighbour by Craig ThomsonA Poem by CRAIG A. THOMSONI stole a petrol lawnmower, from my neighbour in the night, I removed the engine carefully and installed it on my bike. I fitted it with Sat Nav, put a lantern on the hub, and even after fifteen pints, I can get home from the pub!
The engine works on two stroke, economic to the last, and people smile and wave and cheer when I come riding past. But just next door, across the fence, in number forty two, McGregor opened up his shed, and the air outside turned blue.
'Margaret!' he called out angrily. 'The lawnmower's gone astray. I know I put it back in here when I used it yesterday.' 'It's far too big to lose my dear,' Margaret hollered back. 'Have you looked beneath the work bench, or perhaps behind the rack?'
With patience frayed and spitting fire, McGregor's face turned red, there was nothing left for him to do, but empty out the shed. He struggled with the work bench, a table and an old tin tub, I wish he'd seen me smiling as I motored to the pub.
McGregor's always been a grumpy old b*****d!
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9 Reviews Added on April 14, 2013 Last Updated on April 26, 2016 AuthorCRAIG A. THOMSONLondon, Surrey, United KingdomAboutRecording Engineer/Record producer, Cabinet maker and Writer of tall tales for readers of all ages. (definitely not a poet though!) more..Writing
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