Allan Terry Poet Ballade

The Sybol Ox

WHO SPEAK TO ME AS FREIND BEHIND THE BUSHES
THAT NEITHER RATTLES OR SHAKES
WHEN HE SPEAKS.
"ALL THE SRUBS OF THE GARDEN WISHES
THE HENS TO LAY EGGS THAT THE FOX 
MIGHT FEAST ON THEM" SAID THE VOICE
THAN I ASKED, DOES THE SHRUBS FEED THE
HENS OR DID THE SHRUB BUY THE HENS
THESE HENS ARE MINE. AND THE FOX
 SHALL HAVE KNOWN
OF MY EGGS.
THEN THE VOICE SAID, "MOLDS SHALL 
GROW ON YOUR WHEAT, AND FUNGUS 
SHALL GROW IN YOUR GARDENS
THIS THE SHRUBS COMMAND THAT 
YOU DEFY THE WISHES OF THE GARDEN"
WHO IS HIS AND STOP TRYING TO FOOL ME,
THE MAN SAID, IBETCHA IT'S
 THAT HUSSY BLEU BELLE
MAD CAUSE I WON'T DATE 
HER SISTER"
THAN I HEARD," SILENCE !"
 " I'M THE VOICE 
THAT SHALL GUIDE YOU, 
PUT 40 EGGS IN A BASKET
AND SIX GALLONS OF MILK, 
AND FLOUR, YEAH THE FLOUR
AND THAN MIGHT YOU BRING
 HONEY AND YEAST AND FAT OF
A MILKED COW, THAT THE FOX 
MIGHT EAT THIS TO APPEAZE
THE GOD'S OF THE DIRT" SHALL
 THESE GODS'
MAKE US FEEBLE AND STRANGE, 
AND OUR GROUNDS UNFERTILE?
" AH YES"SAID HESITATING VOICE,
 THESE OFFERINGS
SHALL HAVE YOUR GROUNDS TO BE
 WITHOUT MOLD AND BACTERIA,
 THUS THE GOD
OF EXPIRATION SHALL
 MAKE ALL YOUR WHEAT'S
 STALE AND FUNKY."



IN 1969 A GROUP OF CHURCH MEMEBERS DEVISED THIS SCHEME WHEN THE BOUISE THE FARMER WOULDN'T DONATE THESE GIFTS HE HAD PROMISED TO THE CHURCH. HE COULDN'T BECAUSE SOMEONE HAD PUT THE WRONG ADDRESS ON THE BOX, AND THE MAILMAN TOOK THE BOXES AWAY. THE CHURCHMEMBERS DIDN'T BELEIVE HIM SO THEY HID IN THE BUSHES AND USED NATIVE
MAGIC HYPONODUST TO HYPNTISE THE FARMER INTO GIVING THESE GIFTS.

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