MALCY THE LAWNMOWER MAN

From lawnmover maintenance Malcy does shirk

Four ride-ons he owns and none of them work

Starts with a machine – ‘fore the end of the day

He’s got out a goer, the crook one put away

All through the week the machines he rotates 

For some vendors on time, for others huge waits

Bits of the yard he leaves barren and bare

Next to a swathe left high in the air

You wonder at times if he ‘tacks with a spade

Not the symmetry you ‘spect of a lawnmower blade

When he’s gone you look out with a kind of despair

Lawn looks like a site strafed by planes from the air.

Four ‘chines in the shed and none of them work

At least not for long but Malcy can’t shirk

Mumma wants moola for hairdo and dress

If he he hands her the dosh, then Malcy won’t stress

Till he goes to his shed at the start of the day

Knowing the maintenance man is the one he should pay.