Mowin’ the Lawn in My Thongs.

I’m mowin’ the lawn in my thongs.

What in the world could go wrong?

I’ve still got all my toes

I’m ignoring my woes

While I’m mowin’ the lawn in my thongs.

Never used suntan lotion

Live just steps from the ocean

In a house that I bought

For a song.

Of my small strip of pasture

I am King, Lord and Master

And I reign over it

In my thongs.

Set up camp

In the Eighties

Filled the house full of babies

But they moved to the West

Or the ‘Gong.

Yep, they call me a Boomer

Got a ‘shack’ in Narooma

Where I mow my huge lawn

In my thongs.

Wearing singlet and stubbies,

From the days we built cubbies

And our Dads mowed the lawn

In their thongs.

From beneath Terry Towelling

I can see the youth scowling

While their own Aussie Dream

Is foregone.

My millennial neighbour

Said he’d do me a favour

After seein’ me mow

In my thongs.

He’ll cut grass and trim hedges

Then I’ll settle the ledger,

When I next mow the lawn in my thongs.

So, he runs an extension

That’s as large as my pension

Just to save all the birds

And their songs.

His is modern and silent

Mine is smelly and violent, but

How dare you tell me

That I’m wrong.

I just pour in the diesel,

Not like woke little weasels

And I mow all our lawns

In my thongs.

He gets ready for hours

Donning boots, goggles, trousers

While I sit on the deck

In my thongs.

Got my afternoon sorted

Kickin’ back with imported

Like I did on our cruise

To Ha Long.

I might turn on the cricket

While he trims at the thicket

And he better not leave it

Too long.

The Millenial’s savin’ for private schools

I might put in a private pool,

After mowin’ the lawn in my thongs.

Take a stroll to the beach,

Which is so out of reach

For those scared to mow

In their thongs.

Picked our way through the throng

And complained all day long

That you can’t smack a kid

With a thong.

When my house sells for millions

Will I share with the children

Or return with the missus

To Ha Long?

So, I’m mowin’ the lawn in my thongs.

What in the world could go wrong?

I’ve still got all my toes

I’m ignoring my woes

While I’m mowin’ the lawn in my thongs.

First published in The Beast magazine, February 2024

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