The Old Farm Place
CAUTION, If You Do Not Like HUNTING,
DO NOT READ THIS POEM.
Thank You.
Dad Grand Pa and Family,
The Old Farm was the Place.
We hung him in the barn,
Dad's four by four eight.
That's best meat loaf,
I'll ever taste.
Smashed taters green beans,
cleaned off my whole plate.
I was age eleven,
it seems like yesterday.
November Nineteenth of,
Sixty - Six was the date.
Duffy and Bubba,
were two of their names.
The great Spartan Defense,
A Spartan team of Fame.
We all cheered them on,
YAY, Michigan State!
The game was a tie,
ten to ten, at the end,
Though not in South Bend,
at Spartan Stadium.
I, was only eleven,
Goin on twenty-Eight.
November The Nineteenth,
Of Sixty-Six was the Date
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