Refreshment

It went as planned,
All by my hand:

“Some lemonade?
It’s freshly made.”

He went to town
And sucked it down.

“Hit the spot.
Thanks a lot!”

I smiled and scurried back inside.
Not too long a time to bide.

He began to mow and blow
Fumes and noise in endless flow,
Until he wavered, weak and wan
And fell face down upon the lawn.

Now it’s peaceful, once again,
Quiet, calm and almost Zen.
How that noisy gardener died?
Just a dash of cyanide!