The Lawn Mower MAG

June 2, 2013
By Kerndog97 BRONZE, Rexford, New York
Kerndog97 BRONZE, Rexford, New York
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A terrible smell,
Known to pit crews and mechanics around the world,
Fills our humble garage.

Tears of gasoline spit in an angry rage,
And a volcano of smoke erupts.
“Kill it,” my father motions with a wave.

A deafening silence hangs in the air
As we stare down our unbeatable foe,
Coughing and sputtering back at us.

Despite our best attempts,
He's a cantankerous old man
Who won't cut our grass.


The author's comments:
This is basically why I'm not going to be a mechanic.

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