I dreamed up this ditty yesterday, but it didn't quite fit in my entry "Life in the land of 10,000 rocks".
You mow sixteen acres and what you get,
Another day over and deeper in sweat.
If you see a bump coming
You step aside.
If the root one don't get you,
The stone one will.
St. Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go,
I gotta mow just one acre more.
