Beneath a Bearded Tree

Beneath a bearded tree I sat Expecting on a gaze, When interview a headless hat Came whiffling through the haze. For laffs he wore a slight of grin, And luck a charmless arm. Four feathers grew upon his chin. His steptwin was a farm. Good Rooter with his tranquilize Spread fat across the land. To bleat the water from his cries And polish up his hand. ‘Beware the Moo!’ A Cow called out, His udders clothed in drag. ‘Beware its hook and pout-ful shout. Its Moo-beams in a bag!’ Beneath a bearded tree I sat Re-musing on the dayz. When interview a stripy cat Came whiffling through the haze.