The Windups

There they are!
Easily detected,
Three of them,
In the grounds of the bungalow,
By the edge of the dual carriageway,
Two men, one woman,
Block colour clothing,
Red, green and blue shirts,
Denim dungarees,
One mowing, the other raking,
Hanging washing on the line,
Each charged with their own chore,
Left, right, forward, back,
Programmed to perfection,
Confined to the garden,
Permanent smiles dashed,
Across pink faces,
Little jets of steam,
Rising from their ears.