On a sunny clear-blue day. I get out the lawnmower.
To give the grass it hair-cut. As it was long and wild.
As, I started up the clipper on wheels, the sound was very loud.
As, the blade's was spinning like a tornado.
Everything underneath was blowing away.
Pushing the lawnmower toward the grass.
Whacking away, all of it lock's.
Carefully, making sure the grass is perfectly-cut.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem