Mowing

(Mesostich)

He got up one morning on Saturday;

Squirted minced trash, on the other side,

As nervous trees waved in the cool breeze;

A leaf struck him in the eye, he cried:

"Such a mishap never happened before,
When I clipped green grasses, and pulled up weeds".

© Paterika Hengreaves
April 2006/Ohio, USA