No, I don’t know engines, but I know how
Twisting this chokes it off, but helps it start.
Internal combustion helps us go now
But I don’t understand it at its heart.
More gas! More air! It roars and pops and then
It leaps into a loud and choppy purr.
Dying, quick! More gas! More air! Giggle when
That rattle and pop settles down to stir
The whole machine to productive action
Of turning the wheels and spinning the blade
A surge and a chug. With a little traction
We rip through the weeds and we’ve got it made.
The rusty lawn tractor rattles to life
It rolls like a tank and cuts like a knife.
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