Funny Lawn Mower Jokes

I fought the lawn, and the lawn won!

• Funny Lawn Mower Jokes
• Cutting It Fine
• Blodwen's Lawn Mower
• Come Hell or High Water
• God and St. Francis Discussing Lawns
• New Mowing Machine
• Gardening Jokes

6 Funny Lawn Mower Jokes

1. A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.
2. Why are husbands like lawn mowers? They are difficult to get started, and then they don't work half the time.
3. There's one good thing about snow, it makes your lawn look as nice as your neighbour's. Clyde Moore
4. Will - Why do you water your lawn with whisky? Guy - So that it comes up half-cut.
5. My neighbour Bill asked if he could use my lawnmower.  I told him of course he could, so long as he didn't take it out of my garden.
6. What do you call someone who used to like tractors?An extractor fan.
7. What do you call a cow who works for a gardener? A lawn moo-er.

Cutting It Fine

Simon's motor mower had broken down. His wife, Maria, kept dropping hints about getting it fixed before the grass grew too tall, but the message wasn't getting through, and Simon kept procrastinating and putting off doing the repairs. Frustrated, Maria decided on what she thought was a clever way to make her point. When Simon arrived home from work, he found Maria sitting in the grass, clipping it by hand with a tiny pair of scissors. Simon, totally amazed, watched silently for a few minutes, then went into the house only to appear again a few minutes later where he handed her a toothbrush. 'When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the sidewalks,' said Simon ungraciously.

Cutting the Grass

Michael O'Leary was waiting at the bus stop with his friend, Paddy Maguire, when a lorry went by loaded up with rolls of turf. O'Leary opined, 'I'm gonna do that when I win de lottery, Maguire.' 'What's that, Michael?' responds his mate. 'Send me lawn away to be cut,' concludes O'Leary.

How Plants Warn Each Other of Danger

How plants warn each other of danger.  Amazingly scientists at Exeter University have made a video showing that plants alert each other to possible dangers. What happens is if a plant is under attack it releases a gas which warns neighbouring plants to protect themselves.  Professor Stewart explains how the Earth's development was driven by plants and how they have adapted for survival. See the BBC video.

Blodwen's Lawn Mower

Mrs Blodwen Roberts was looking out of her front window one Sunday when she saw her neighbour coming up the drive dressed in his gardening clothes. 'He must be coming to borrow our lawn-mower,' Blodwen remarked to Mr Roberts indignantly, 'And on Sunday too.  The very idea. Shameful.  I won't let him have it.  I'll tell him we haven't got one.'

Come Hell or High Water

Overnight, a torrential rain storm soaked Southern England. When morning dawned the resulting floodwaters came up about 5 feet into most of the homes in the south Portsmouth area, an area below sea level. Doreen Bryant was sitting on top her roof with her next door neighbour, Molly Borden waiting for the emergency services to rescue them. Doreen noticed a lone straw hat floating near the house. Then she saw it float far out into the front garden, then float all the way back to the house, it kept floating away from the house, then back in. Her curiosity got the best of her, so she asked Molly, 'Do you see that straw hat floating away from the house, then back again?' 'Oh yes, Doreen,' grinned Molly, 'that's Bert, my husband, wearing his gardening hat; he told me yesterday that he was going to cut the grass today come Hell or high water.' See more funny lawn mower stories.

Rich Diet?

One afternoon a rich man was riding in his limousine when he saw two men along the roadside eating grass. Disturbed, he ordered his driver to stop and he got out to investigate. He asked one man, 'Why are you eating grass?' 'We don't have any money for food,' the poor man replied. 'We have to eat grass.' 'Well, then, you can come with me to my house and I'll feed you,' the rich man said. 'But, sir, I have a wife and two children with me. They are over there, under that tree.' 'Bring them along,' the rich man replied. Turning to the other poor man he announced, 'You come with us, also.' The second man, in a pitiful voice then said, 'But sir, I also have a wife and six children with me.' 'Bring them all, as well,' the rich fellow answered. They all climb in the car, which was no easy task, even for a car as large as the limousine. Once underway, one of the poor fellows turned to the rich gent and said, 'Sir, you are too kind. Thank you for taking all of us with you.' The rich man replied, 'Glad to do it. You'll really love my place. The grass is almost a foot high.'

God and St. Francis Discussing Lawns

GOD: St. Francis, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there in the USA? What happened to the dandelions, violets, thistle and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect, no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honeybees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. But all I see are these green rectangles. ST. FRANCIS: It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites.  They started calling your flowers weeds and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass. GOD: Grass? But it's so boring.  It's not colorful. It doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees, only grubs and sod worms. It's temperamental with temperatures.  Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there? ST. FRANCIS: Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn. GOD: The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy. ST. FRANCIS: Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it, sometimes twice a week. GOD: They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay? ST. FRANCIS: Not exactly Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags. GOD: They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it? ST. FRANCIS: No, sir -- just the opposite. They pay to throw it away. GOD: Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow. And when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away? ST. FRANCIS: Yes, sir. GOD: These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves them a lot of work. ST. FRANCIS: You aren't going to believe this, Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it. GOD: What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stoke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. Plus, as they rot, the leaves form compost to enhance the soil. It's a natural circle of life. ST. FRANCIS: You'd better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away. GOD: No. What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter and to keep the soil moist and loose? ST. FRANCIS: After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves. GOD: And where do they get this mulch? ST. FRANCIS: They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch. GOD: Enough! I don't want to think about this anymore. St. Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us tonight? ST. CATHERINE: Dumb and Dumber, Lord. It's a real stupid movie about ... GOD: Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis

Sign of the Times?

A lawn mower race had to be cut back because recession hit owners couldn't afford the petrol. Fewer than half of the teams who normally sign up for the 12 hour race at Brinsbury College, Pulborough, last weekend, were able to take part. Organisers have blamed the international financial crisis had meant competitors didn't have the cash to maintain or fuel their grass cutting racers. Footnote: Please send us your lawn mower jokes.

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