Hoping that neighbor don’t start his mower
At seven a.m. Cause if he starts it…
Grass gonna glide, his shirt, shoes, and his cap.
But, I’m a peaceful sort, with a excellent heart…

Damned fool just cranked it up. Now I got to
Flatten all four tires…my car’s tires, of course!
Then sashay over to his idiot
Self…bat my lashes, sweetly question for help…

Which I don’t need, cause my brothers taught me
Everything about tires and fixing…
But HE don’t know that, and I ain’t tellin…
Cause, long about eleven a…damn…m,

He will be through inflating all four tires,
And it will be too hot to mow his lawn.
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(He has to do it with a bicycle pump!)
HA!
His mower just broke down! Now all I hear is cussin…and I know all those words already…..ah, peaceful Saturday morning again!

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