The men came…

… and hauled the crop away. 

Good riddance, I said

But now everything is grey.

Golden has had its day.

The chickens and the pigs and I

Stayed inside to Play. It was cold outside

Yesterday. A Gale had come out to say

Hooray

The wind was chasing after itself all day

And L’il Puss the Scrapper said; if you don’t stop with the really bad poetry I am going to go and live with the Surrogate Milkers.   Really I am. I cannot bear one word more and while I am on the subject. You can’t sing. Stop the endless singing. If I hear Red Rain is Falling Down one more time I swear I am throwing myself off the barn roof.  Just food, then just cuddles. That is all.  Well, some milk too after the milking and then that is all. And, just for the record, poems don’t have to rhyme anymore. That is SO Tuesday.

And then the sun set

Everyones a critic, pet

The End

Good morning. Have a lovely day today. Thats all I’m going to say. (he he)

celi

62 responses to “The men came…”

  1. You know, that the problem! All I get is blimmin free verse. LET”S HEAR IT FOR RHYMES! And, for the record, I can’t carry a tune in a bucket either, but that doesn’t stop me from singing. (Just saying) 🙂

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