-PLEASE GOD, TELL ME NO-
I thought that I was young enough
To mow a tiny yard,
So I just got out my mower
And slipped in the key card.
I was going very sprightly
for just a yard or two,
Then I noticed dampness falling
Could it be a little dew?
My breath was getting harder
To get back into my lungs.
Oh, don't let me pass that ladder
I'm hanging on the rungs.
I took that stupid mower
Back into my back yard,
And covered it soon after
I'd removed that yellow card.
I stumbled in the back door.
No further could I go.
Next time I say I'll mow the yard,
Please God! Just tell me 'NO! '.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
©6-29-06
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