1
And it’s fifty years
since Farmer Joe and Mary married
but Joe forgets;
Joe is always in La La land
*Darl, do you know what day it'll be
come Saturday?*
says Mary, who’s still got all her teeth
No, says Joe
who's still got strong hands and feet
*No, no, no…I don’t know – wait,
what was your question?*
2
It’s our fiftieth, darl
says Mary
*Let’s have a feast, invite the kids
and the neighbors
– and let’s **** a pig*
O, says Farmer Joe
*I don’t know why
the pig’s got to take the blame
for something we did fifty years ago*
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 7:29 AM UTC
1
And it’s fifty years
since Farmer Joe and Mary married
but Joe forgets;
Joe is always in La La land
*Darl, do you know what day it'll be
come Saturday?*
says Mary, who’s still got all her teeth
No, says Joe
who's still got strong hands and feet
*No, no, no…I don’t know – wait,
what was your question?*
2
It’s our fiftieth, darl
says Mary
*Let’s have a feast, invite the kids
and the neighbors
– and let’s **** a pig*
O, says Farmer Joe
*I don’t know why
the pig’s got to take the blame
for something we did fifty years ago*
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