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Farming blues

Poetry By: Madmarky

Oh the joys of farming....

Submitted:Oct 27, 2008    Reads: 148    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

We all thought this was Charming
Into the country to start farming
We moved out the city
Running away from the citizens committee
We started with chickens
Oh the plot just thickens
Then the pigs
Soon we'll plant the figs
The weather is just not right
Even into the night
The ground remains wet
This is our biggest threat
Chickens don't want to lay
They must all be dam gay
Pigs are getting over weight
Eating at a tremendous rate
I think we must surrender
Get someone with a legal tender
But alas I don't want to go
I want to stay and sow


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