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 ago

LOL!

Food for thought! Quite well penned.

always, Cat

shazbat

13 years 11 months ago

Thank you Cat, nice to know

Thank you Cat, nice to know you enjoyed it

John

loved

13 years 11 months ago

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

after you okay it by sms//msg i mean

shazbat

13 years 11 months ago

Thanks for stopping by, John

Thanks for stopping by,

John

wesley snow

13 years 11 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