Where Is That Blasted Farmer

everyone eats
everyone chews
tails are flicking
whoobe whoo woose.

chomp chomp chomp
flick flick flick
barn has lots of women
they like their farmer slick

pull pull pull
our udders are full
where is that blasted farmer?
for our pull? pull? pull?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Wolf Avatar
April 25, 2023 at 8:03 PM
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! I actually worked in a cowshed for two months at age 22. ~ Been there, and don't want to go back. Oy, the smell!
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April 26, 2023 at 12:25 AM
Yes and those fresh cowpies to step in!
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