Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Farmer Fail

I wore the best angora wool,
Ate the finest angus prime rib…
Baked only free range chickens;
Hobby farming’s what I did.

I scrambled giant goose eggs
Fried bacon from the kid’s pet pig…
Ate catfish from my garden pond,
With frog’s legs that I gigged.

I made wallets for Christmas gifts,
From the finest home-tanned leather…
I hand plucked pounds of goose down,
To stuff blankets for winter weather.

Now these vain accomplishments,
Haunt and torment my guilty strife.
These farm animals were loyal to me,
And I failed to save their life.

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