so Old Farmer Joe is missing for breakfast
and his wife Mary goes out
to look for her hubby of fifty years
and finds him standing there
in the middle of the field
What are you doing here, darl
asks Mary
standing here in the field?
And dreamy Old Joe says:
*I hear they award
a Nobel Prize to those
out standing in their field
I’m going to win, sweetie*
Come, let’s go home, darl
says Old Mary
and she guides him,
as he leans on her shoulder,
and he grumbles:
I knew you’d spoil everything
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 5:58 AM UTC
so Old Farmer Joe is missing for breakfast
and his wife Mary goes out
to look for her hubby of fifty years
and finds him standing there
in the middle of the field
What are you doing here, darl
asks Mary
standing here in the field?
And dreamy Old Joe says:
*I hear they award
a Nobel Prize to those
out standing in their field
I’m going to win, sweetie*
Come, let’s go home, darl
says Old Mary
and she guides him,
as he leans on her shoulder,
and he grumbles:
I knew you’d spoil everything
...another adaptation of an existing joke...but I could not leave the original material as a joke on farmers...also see my previous 2 poems to see a continuity in the theme...
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