Farmer Playing Until Noon
first thing in the morn
cock-crow near the corn
in the daybreak dawn
it goes on, and on, and on
farmer left the throne
made his presence known
prancing up a storm
staying mighty warm
sliding on the floor
crashing in the door
living on the edge
rotten like a veg
booty blazing sore
tutti to the core
into his love e dove
he loves, love-a-love
laughing like a loon
at the rising moon
pulling down the blinds
drowning in the things he finds
playing until noon
watching some cartoon
beside his love e dove
he loves, love-a-love
4/14/2020
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