Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Curses, it's Verses

garden is weedy
doggies are needy
cockers are tweety
I need some mirth
chainsaw is busted
not to be trusted
plants sure need dusted
with diatomatious earth
microwave’s blinking
lunchtime I’m thinking
water needs drinking
to decrease my girth
bridge crowd’s amassed
games go so fast
I come in last
not much am I worth
weekly shopping for food
to feed our small brood
the piggy’s imbued
with things that we need
Back home we then go
There are rows to hoe
So I can grow mo
Of each nasty weed
Doggies to walk
must check the flock
of those things that go bak
Chickens to feed

OK, I'm tired of this.  I just can't do the last verse.  the BayBay's are fine.

Farmer Ann out

Bak Bak

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