A treat for The Girls

A farmers work aint easy
It’s an ‘ard and lonely life
I never gets to town much
So its ‘ard to find a wife
I’m up at dawn most every morn
A milking an’ a feeding
Then afternoons I’m in the fields
A ‘oeing an’ a weeding
So when the sun goes down at night
The working day be done
I’ll go down to the sheep pen
Just to pick a pretty one
They sees me in my wellies
And they all begin to bleat
They knows that I am there to give,
Some special girl a treat

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Not actively editing

About the Author

Region, Country: Norfolk, UK, GBR

Favorite Poets: Kipling, T.S Eliot, Hilaire Belloc, Ogden Nash, Spike Milligan and many more.

Comments

Candlewitch

14 years 6 months ago

LOL!

Food for thought! Quite well penned.

always, Cat

|shazbat

14 years 5 months ago

Thank you Cat, nice to know

Thank you Cat, nice to know you enjoyed it

John

loved

14 years 5 months ago

beautiful i 'll msg u another version on past experience only

after you okay it by sms//msg i mean

|shazbat

14 years 5 months ago

Thanks for stopping by, John

Thanks for stopping by,

John

wesley snow

14 years 5 months ago

Shit howdy.

This one should've garnered more comments by this time. I usually restrict myself to comment on the poem's structure itself as opposed to subject matter. This poem fairly screams for me to stick to that plan.
Excellent poem. Only a couple of lines did I feel a forced meter and the rhyme scheme is superb. Because of the dialect, I might have dropped the "g" on feeding/weeding. You may have kept the "ing" pronunciation to keep from going overboard with the accent. If that's the case, I wouldn't worry about it. The poem could easily handle it.
A very sick little poem. I like it.
A lot.
wesley