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Updated: Jun 26, 2022
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 heard 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 a new psalm
Poetry by the Snarky farmer 🧑🌾 😂😂😜
Just kidding!!!
While preachers jabbering for the tithe, Flickers of hope and citizens drown at the hithe. Find me a gibbering denizen with no blithe,...
In the brush at high noon, the bramble weeps, Its sorrow is for man by the Santa Ana riverside, Where the devil, human greed stirs the...
A graying gallant year, gaudily bedight, Traveled by sunshine and moonlight, Wandered long in search of the Light, In the end, its...
You funny. Smooth! I love it