At Farmer Joe’s
The sheep must run
To avoid Big Joe’s big fat gun
he rams all with. And with the cows
who meekly graze he shares his plow
With everything he takes his fun
The wife speaks up
to end these sins
Beasts worth more then out and in
with germs passed fro. And with the horse
she begs him take the saddle course
When mounting does begin
But Farmer Joe
will never learn
Even with dripping and a nasty burn
In his scrotum or with the rash
That turned his skin to mottled trash
Corn holing all with no concern
Fun fact of the day. Did you know the resourceful people of west Virginia discovered a new use for sheep? They discovered you could make wool from them. I’ll be right over here.