Poetry Farm

Ah! I found a land I’d like to own

The billboard strikes the right tone

But then, the bill writer is unknown

A great place to farm my poetry

Grow my words in studio pottery

Be a king over the farm and poultry

I overheard things over the phone

The fine words sounded honed

I’d not be going there alone

If I should finally buy this farm

I would need to beg for alms

To arm myself with new psalms

Poetry by the Snarky farmer 🧑‍🌾 😂😂😜

Just kidding!!!