Short Farm(A) Poems
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Farmer B spent the day moving a carrot from Farm A to B.
Why didn’t you plant it in B in the first place asked his wife, C.
He had no reply, for it made sense, and irritated him a little.
She is an older gal with a tiny beard, and sometimes a bit of spittle.
The dog gave a bark
When the cat did a fart
As it woke him from his sleep
Then the cat screeched meaoow
To the sight of the cow
Who'd just done a big brown heap
The smell was atrocious
Was he trying to dose us
The horse in his paddock thought
Then the sheep gave a baaaa
As the whiff travelled far
A lesson in poo you've been taught
I had a dog way back when
With white teeth and tail a wag
He slept so fine in steepled den
Crunched on a chicken, like a rag
With eyes of brown, and fur of black
Patrolled the farm, a canine cop
The silly cats he would attack
And barking noise should never stop
One snowy day he disappeared
Walking a road he often trod
Did not return, as I feared
Where was my dog? I asked God
Then one night, I heard him bark
My friend returned in pitch dark
Monday third of May
The curfew must stay
Lockdown now at ten
Rhyme, I must now pen
Public transport over –full
As passengers push and pull
Police on the look-out with a frown
There goes in a hurry, a clown
A spot of rain sends us to the brim
Of disaster - Electricity on the trim
Water from taps, flowing stop
Only hope, from the farm a good crop
We go through the paces
In our shifting places
Hoping for better times
Wonderful tales and rhymes
When winter winds have withered stubble,
Mother Mary maddens me,
whispering words of wonder:
what are we?
I find the farm a fraction futile,
loving life in Larame:
take the truck to Tucson, Tina
or Tracy, Tennessee.
Aardvarks are mere armadillos,
such as subtle souls can see:
pecans suck for plumping pillows:
chambermaids are chowder-free.
Santa Clara’s not a state,
a splurge is not a spree:
Grindr Graham isn’t straight:
Superior ain’t no sea.
Picked our grandson up from camp,
A month without a visit.
He ran to us, his “Nana!” shout,
To my ears, most exquisite.
A week with him will be a treat
And even if the weather
Is rainy as predicted, we’ll
Enjoy our time together.
I’ve researched possibilities -
Museums, train rides, boats,
A working farm, a jail, a hike -
We’ll tally up the votes.
But even if we stay at home
With board games and TV,
(Plus iPad time, of course) it will
Be magical to me.