Clock and Hoes

I'm a farmer 
and i like clocks and hoes
get your mind out of the gutter
i'm not talking about those

i use my hoes to get what a need 
whether it's a new car or a fancy tv

i was short on money 
so i put my hoes out for rent 
but then i had to stop when a
couple came back bent

stop bending my hoes i said 
then he threw a rock 
so i went out there and i beat him with a clock

then he asked me what time is it
then i said it's time to leave
and when he got up he got stung by a bee
and then he flipped out and ran into a tree
then i grabbed one of my hoes and said 
i'm glad it ain't me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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