"Whipper Snipper Woes."

    Why does my Whipper Snipper hate me, it never wants to start.

I'm sure it is a bloke, a Warren, Wayne or Lionel.
 
It just wants to stay within  the shed, and prop against the wall.
 
Doesn't matter what nice words I say, and perhaps a few not so really nice.

If it was a Wanda, Mary-Beth or Peggy-Sue, it would want to be out in the garden, soaking up the sun and working on a tan.

Alas, no go again today, " he" will be staying in the shed. I don't know what it is, maybe it's all that exercise or maybe just plain shy.

  I now will go and find my spade and just have a little dig.