On the tractor falls asleep peasant ends up in a heap.
When the helper pisses down peasant needs to change his gown. Calls the peasant from the rafter it is not the chook he’s after.
Comes the milk out of the teat, frozen, barn does need more heat.
Peasant has been known to fart, no one thinks of it as art.
New Year’s Eve with lots of snow means the New Year soon will show.
Springtime weather New Year’s Eve means the old year soon will leave.
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toward the North that’s where his brightand trusty Northstar flies.Two camels on the ground belowwere stumbling through the sanddiscussing what they could not knowand would not understand.Up on the older camel’s humpthere sat a wise old birdwho looked and acted like a grumpbut duly overheardthe subject of the camel talkit did concern the darkwhere camels…
Yet just one moon ago I woke and switched the light,it would be hours for my morning clock to beep.It had to be, I needed to discernwhich creature I could nominate to be the best of all.I figured living things would stand in line to earntheir place in life and where the winners would stand…
would mean I am no longer trueto my own self, who needs to chooseall thoughts and deeds that come my waywhile standing near, to you, the gnomeand do not linger, do not stayas I am wisdom’s epitome.Do keep away your sodding handsthe road to greatness, it is steepand it is I who makes demandswhile all…
and perhaps irrefutableterms cannot be suitable.A man must be prepared to meet his brother in a suit,when they chips have fallen quickly in that family dispute,He will squirm and kick and scream as if he had things to refuteI shall rip and snort of course because I could not give a hoot.
After all the excitement,the stresses and the uncertaintythey found enough kindnessinside their hearts to speak softlyto the alligator that had foundtemporary accomodationinside their once white tub.
His bank accounts were in arrearsthe biggest sum was owed to Sears.So, fittingly, he’d wisely chosenSears Tower, now he was half frozen.And, as he tried to catch the moodhe smelled a whiff of Polish food.It had arisen from the city,and what a godforsaken pity!Could he not go and have a lasthot sausage? It would be…
