Sum Of A Hen Pecked Farmer

Sum Of A Hen Pecked Farmer

Dusty old farmer,

Out working the field ~

At the end of the day

He came in for his meal.

He hung up his hat, 

And laid down his tool.

His wife was a pecker,

& He wasn’t a fool

Not sure what to do.

For it got to the point

Where he’d eat ~

And she’d chew…

When it would snow,

He’d haul out the shovel

& Behind him she’d blow.

He soon got the drift

Piled onto his soul ~

To dig out from under

And climb out of the hole.

No need for a fight –

When words go asunder;

To recover his woes –

He knew what was right.

One bright morning,

He leapt out of bed ~

Why harp on one’s fate?

Instead

He put her words on his plate

And the eggs in his head.

He soaked them in gravy,

And mushed them on bread –

Then drank them with beer.

And what do you know?

True to the letter ~

No spell for a fight –

His digestion got better

When his senses took flight!

Valerie Hayes

October 13, 2016

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