She’d asked her husband several times
If he would mow their weedy lawn,
He always claimed that he was tired,
Then he would stretch and sigh and yawn.

She thought it would embarrass him,
To see her on her hands and knees
Cutting, with a pair of scissors,
The weedy grass beneath the trees.

He saw her there when he got home,
He didn’t even stop to talk,
Getting her toothbrush, he told her,
“You can use this to sweep the walk.”