The Scourge of Suburbia

The Scourge Of Suburbia

He wields his weapon defiantly
And advances on the foe;
Alone and sore outnumbered,
Yet he’ll bravely have a go.

Thrusting and parrying,
He steals a yard along the bank,
Until his foes gain extra wind
And threaten his left flank.

But in a flash he’s covered it
And forces them all back.
They’ll not get past him now,
He’s pressing the attack.

One by one, they all succumb;
Once again he’s shown his power.
Having swept the leaves right off his path,
He turns off his leaf blower.

Linda
28th February 2007

Don’t you just hate those leaf blowers?
What’s wrong with a rake and a broom?

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