Playtime has begun
For both father and son
When they find the engine won't run.
Call it what you will,
That engine won't start until
With grease and oil they have their fill,
Wrenches, switches and wires galore
Let us try this, its worked before
It started ,now we can mow some more,
~tee~
8 comments:
Ah yes, the bi-weekly reunion of man and mower for some creative playtime. Lovely verse and great photo.
I decided it was time to try my hand at a Sonnet this week, and you can see my efforts HERE
what a good flow, your poems always rhyme so well!
looks like a huge lawn mower!
I wouldn't consider lawn mowing fun...but then the union between child and parent can turn work into a funtime!
Good one, Tee!
Lovely write for the playtime of father and son.
Appropriate picture with your poem.
Very cool write... I really enjoyed the read... Thanks!
Your sentences flow so nicely, I enjoyed reading them.
I loved that one, smoothly running like the engine
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