Poetry Farm

Joejoe
Jan 7, 2022
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Updated: Mar 23

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

But, 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!!!

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1 Comment

Amega Kojo

Jan 08, 2022

You funny. Smooth! I love it

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