Men Who Stew At Oats
Old butt’s mutter and peep grinding their teeth
hedge of protection around principle wheat
through a fence just out of reach
Oat’s by God’s mercy you just can’t eat
bearded chin’s rattling horn’s upon posts repeat
extra senses would stay with in fence as the wheat
If Goats could only read then believe
they could be gathered in garner sweet
choosing rather black hops tares chaff beat
butting their own head’s to their own defeat
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2010
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