Bees Hover Like Bees
Never, in the field behind the gasworks
Have so many oats been mulched for quite so few;
For mulching is a noble and beloved pastime
And enriches the soil quite a lot, too.
Agriculture numbs the senses wholly
Have you ever met a farmer who was bright?
Or entertained the the captain 'fore his mast? Time
Gentlemen, please - it's getting late at night.
Contributors: | Beefy, fester, Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 3rd November 2000. |