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...