The grass had grown so high
it couldn't support itself,
It was time to get the mower out,
the brush cutter off the shelf.
Trouble was I could not remember
where I'd left old Chugger,
I just scratched my head while I searched
and simply muttered Bugger.
It wasn't just outside the laundry
where it usually sat,
Nor underneath the patio
causing a nuisance to the cat.
Sometimes it got the treatment
and was covered with a tarp,
But it wasn't near the chook shed
in the middle of the path.
After much consideration
I remembered what I'd done,
I left it where it petered out
when winter had begun.
Trouble was the grass had grown
and it could not be found,
So I lifted up the telephone
and had a ring around.
It seems I've lost me Mower,
I pleaded to my mate Hector,
He was a weekend miner
and had a gold detector.
Does it have a Mower setting?
I asked in pleading voice.
He was so dumbfounded
he simply said Of course.
I finally found old Chugger
all tangled up with weeds,
The handles were all rusted
and filled with dried grass seeds,
What a strange debacle, it brought
the neighbours tears of laughter,
A Metal Detector searching for a mower,
they'll retell forever after.
DonL