A Lawnmower's Dilemma

--[[ Lawnmowers; a force of nature. ]]--

Oh, how it wished to mow the lawn,

The grass was tall. It'd been so long.

But alas, my friends, its time had passed,

The lawnmower's journey could never last.

The valiant lawnmower fought hard to win,

But victory and the lawnmower were never akin.

The battle of blades was prolonged indeed,

Perpetual even, if not for me.

I became tired and hungry, so I threw in the towel,

Only to see the lawnmower stare with a scowl.

I shrugged it off, and went on with my day,

Little did I know about the lawnmower's decay.

Reviews

[Valentine]

Thank you for my chuckle of the day. Valentine

[Jason A. Skilton]

Thank you! You should increase your chuckles a day from one to at least two, but more than two would be better. One chuckle a day seems rather sad.

[Luther Calvin]

Interesting metaphor. The layers of meaning within this are well done. The reader seems drawn to the broken lawnmower, as its broken but eager state is all to familiar to what we often find ourselves in. Well done, and keep writing.

[Jason A. Skilton]

I merely wrote this piece for fun. It's fascinating to think that you actually found a deeper meaning to it, when that was not at all the intent.

[J.M.Fields]

gragarrgerggaggggeaggaggrrragagrgagagrr

[J.M.Fields]

I believe that is the written sound of a lawn mower. Do correct me if I'm wrong. It might actually be:

bbbrbrrbeggggebbbbebrrrbggegege