Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Mow Show

My wife and I moved to a burb,
To spend our retirement years.
Having a big lawn was superb.
My new mower had souped up gears.
The grass was ready to be cut.
The mower was ready to mow.
On the seat, I planted my butt,
And round my kingdom I did go.
Nothing like fresh air and bright sun
To make a job more like a spree.
But my wife had to spoil my fun.
I could hear her yelling at me.

Sometimes my wife is such a prude.
Mad because I mowed the lawn nude.