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Farmyard Fun?
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Poetry by Bern.
Farmyard Fun?
It was the Cockerel in the old Farmyard.
Sitting on the dung heap taking things hard
He crowed and crowed and made a hell of a noise.
His hens had all run off to play with the boys.
The Drake did his bit to keep up the din.
He fed his girl friends, or should I say wives,
On bottles of pink gin, now was that at all wise?
The cows threatened the Bull no more sex for him,
He never ever thought to give the cows some pink gin.
The boar he grunted and bit at all of his fat sows,
He would leave them all if they followed the stupid antics of the cows.
This hullabaloo got the Farmer out of his nice bed.
He knew what was wrong and to his wife said,
“If you copy the farm animals and their terrible sexual Ideas,
I’ll go off with the milkmaid that should keep you in tears.”
I would leave you today if I had enough hard cash she said,
She jumped quite quickly from out of her side of the bed.
Threaten me with the milkmaid silly old man that you be,
Know that the Bakers young delivery boy is just waiting for me.
I myself had heard enough for today;, I had not the heart to stay.
Off I went leaving the Farm and its troubles,
I thought after all it will all dissolve into Bubbles
Some more Nonsense from my pen for my Indian Mate in Old Calcutta
