Please, Be On Time!

Please, Be On Time! (presenting the brand new grass full automatic in my mind) Through all seasons the wind rebukes the storm pukes it is not a pleasurable take to clean the leaves with a rake it feels so rough though it is not so tough better buy a grass-knife-auto-machine, especially to cut that low and neat, as you've never seen over a few months, perhaps the malls are selling for grand pieces of grass, the full-automat-grass-machine, be on time before the bells chime! By the way: this is a poem in my precious spare times, to give this poem enough rhymes ©Sylvia Frances Chan- All Rights Reserved 11 July 2022