Donkey, Hoti

My furrow’s too shallow; the farro’s gone fallow. To foul things up thorough, I can’t plant my yarrow. Can I borrow your burro? My barrow’s too narrow, my plow’s in a burrow, and I’m clouded with furor. The cargo from the borough to my sorrow’s in Fargo, but my mood might will mellow if it’s here on the morrow.
---------- 'hoti' is the phonetic pronunciation for the Greek word 'oti', meaning because, since 'furrow' is a trench for planting 'farro' is a type of wheat 'yarrow' is an herb 'burro' is Spanish for donkey
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Rigoler Avatar
November 12, 2022 at 2:42 PM
Great linguistic word play in this poem, Jeff. Wish I had written it! And I thought I was clever with word play! Enjoyable read. / Maurice
Fowler Avatar
November 7, 2022 at 8:50 AM
Love this Jeff. :)
Hankins Avatar
November 6, 2022 at 6:49 PM
(still chuckling) This is definitely the result of imagination and creativity joining hands and running amuck! Good one, Jeff.
Wolf Avatar
November 6, 2022 at 5:40 PM
The title alone is worth five stars! ~ Sancho Panza
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