Our Neighbor by Charles J Hannan Making not too much sense Our neighbor across the way Mows the woods behind his house It's not even his land But he is determined To give the landscape new meaning And to push his mower to new limits Beyond the warranty no doubt Oh he is not through there...no sir The limping and crying mower is relieved With a hungry weed-eater A hornet on steroids is no match For this whining, angry machine Cause what the other couldn't handle Is inviting for this thing It thrashes about leaving nothing uncut With a madman at the helm Yes, our neighbor is strange indeed To clip farther than property line But if he has this urge he can't control I'll spring for the gas to cut mine 06/23/2003 Posted on 06/23/2003 Copyright © 2025 Charles J Hannan Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Anne Engelen on 06/23/03 at 06:18 AM pretty funny...can just picture this....but a hornet on steroids??? hahah not sure how to picture that one lol Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)