There was an old farmer whose name was O'Gable
He kept twenty equines cooped up in a stable
For hours he would stoop
To shovel mounds of poop
He don't smell like a rose, old Farmer O'Gable.
© ELR 2013
Copyright © Miss Wattle | Year Posted 2013
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