City Boy, Mixed Meter Sonnet - (An Oxymoron?) Options

[Larry]

City Boy

Bouncing like an underinflated ball,
I sat on the old Farmall tractor seat
towing a bush hog through grass that’s too tall
for push or riding mowers to compete.

Leaving rows that could be turned into hay
if one were to possess a good baler,
which I don’t; I made use of them all day
for guidance like I was a poor sailor

lost at sea. Getting sweaty and too hot
to continue; my inexperience
at any farm work showed that I was not
the person for that job and ever since,

I’ll let Mother Nature take her own course
while I watch grasses grow without remorse.

[Larry]

Hi Ali,

Thanks for stopping by for a read. Glad you liked (?) my little adventure in a very bumpy poem. This is drawn from an actual occurrence about 2 weeks ago. I wanted to write something about my experience (after about 50 years) but didn't want it to be nice and even because, as you may know, a ride across a field in a tractor seat is anything but nice and even. Very bumpy and sometimes even jarring, therefore the poem.

I'm usually a stickler for metrical precision and so found it difficult to write without falling back into IP which you know most sonnets are of that ilk. It was a lot more fun writing it than riding the tractor.

Larry

p.s. You might have missed my answer to the "Lighthouse" challenge. It is a true sonnet in IP and is a tribute to all the Lighthouses on all the shores.