Where could my hover mower be?
It should be in the shed
I went to cut the grass today
Around my flower bed
But when I went to get it
Opened up my big brass lock
I looked inside to where it was
It gave me quite a shock
All I could see was empty space
Where once my mower sat
A little pile of grassy mulch
Left sitting on the mat
Whoever dared to take it?
Surely must have had a key
This didn’t give them any right
To take my tools for free
My wife had one spare copy
More trust you couldn’t find
She’d lent it to the man next door
And thought I wouldn’t mind
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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