The Handy Man

i saw
the man
next door
n
cut him
short.

lissun
i sed
before he cud
start his whinin
i want that
lawn mower back
not to menshun
my extenshun
ladder.

that really
gets him
goin
n he starts
shoutin
about his bloody
whipper
snipper n before
i know it
hes over the fence
hittin me with his
shovel
nd im pokin him
with the garden
shears.

then hes lyin
there like a sack
of potatoes nd
im wonderin
what to do
next.

all i know is
i want him
off my lawn
so i put him in
the wheel
barrow n cart him
next door.

then i start diggin
un ole behind
his runner
beans but
when im done
the buggers
too big
to fit in
so i pop
back home
for my power
tools nd
extenshun cord
then heave him
up on to his handy
man bench.

i saw
the man
next door
n
cut him
short.

The requirement for this
poem was that the first sentence
should be the same as the last
sentence but with a different meaning.
It was first published in Ulitarra.

Posted in Poetry.

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