My Foe the Lawn
As I head out once more, once more to lay siege to my greatest foe, I ready my weapon agaist the green beast. The hill has sloped more since the snows have come and gone, the burden of the rain upon the ground has deeped the dips that cover the pasture. Nay, there is not a level spot there. I am now ready to attack! Hear the roars of my ready mower! You have claimed many a machein, but not his time! Not with me leading the attack, no! I shall not succum to you oh monster! You will bow to my will. Your many slopes, your evil hillsides, they shall be defeated. And the cornor garden? I shall deafeat it too. And when I finnish, all will look upon your newly cut grass with a smile, and I shall laugh and say, 'Yes! 'twas I who defeated this pasture, I am victorious here!' Yes indeed oh lawn, you have been defeated!
