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On the Farm
I wake up at five each morning, I hear cock a doodle doo my stomach’s gurgling but I won’t eat until I'm through; as the horses need feeding on hay and crunchy carrot, and I must give cuttlefish to Polly our screeching parrot Pink piglets slurp as they suck milk from the sow, The young calves are all mooing at Daisy the cow Pitter patter raindrops fall, perhaps I will get wet when I take my yelping pup to be neutered by the vet I climb onto the tractor, the cold engine splutters as it starts, alas I hear the woosh from the sheepdog as he farts. Tim always travels with me to bark at all the sheep - rounding up the bleating lambs, he truly earns his keep Water gurgles in the gully as the tractor speeds along, and the dawn chorus chirrups, I adore their morning song. In the meadow bees are buzzing on the autumn breeze, Ah ah ah atishoo, the golden pollen made me sneeze When I’ve done my chores , bacon rashers sizzle in the pan, Bess the cat purrs loudly as I open her ‘Whiskas’ can, Then we’ll snuggle up in front of the crackling log fire, soon I will be snoring, as forty winks I now require. Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest Sponsored by Emile Pinet 10/23/21
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