Friday, October 26, 2018

We Bought a Farm: My Day in poetic farming poetry

A tactical error.
Thirty-eighty ewes spread all over the pasture.

One ram.
Unhappy with narrow paddock decides to jump it.

Fifty-four turkeys.
Want more food.
Knocked down a fence.
Ran for it.
(As fast as turkeys run.)

One Wendi.
(Farmer?)
On the run.
Recruits gramps.
Yelling instructions to six children.
Trying to wrangle animals back home.

One ram.
Rammed the farmer's (wife).
Wife sat down and cried.
And threw back M&M's.
Because she isn't drinking soda right now.
And she doesn't like beer.
And she wanted to throw back ...
Something.


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