We walked for miles, avoiding bees
Up and down, around the trees
Until today on weekly parade
You finally cut your very last blade
I recall the day the smelly man
Sold you to me second hand
11 years a faithful friend
And now it’s all come to an end
We started off at normal pace
Along the path leaving no space
Three-quarters done in the blink of an eye
Then I felt your motor die
You might have whirred your very last spin
But I won’t put you in the bin
I’ll leave you on the garage wall
And see if you’re repairable
I thought I’d try just one last bid
With Phillips in hand, removed the lid
Noticed the bushes were slightly worn
Pushed them in & the mower was reborn
Alas today it’s second wind
Has finally come to an end
Rest in peace old friend…
A cracking tale Danny!
Lazarus the lawnmower!!
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Thank you, Eddie. It’s still going strong. I always abide by the golden rule ‘if it stops working tap it gently with a hammer’ :@)
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