Farmhand Love Triangle
Cousin Lou loved Maybelle sweet,
She loved Hank who owned the wheat.
Hank liked Jeb for his tractor charm,
But Jeb just flirted with Ma on the farm.
Maybelle wept in the chicken shed,
The rooster offered comfort–then fled.
Hank baked a pie with “Choose me” crust,
Jeb fed it to pigs out of spiteful trust.
Ma just winked and poured the tea,
While Granny painted a third-degree.
The preacher tried to set things straight,
But left with Hank on a dinner date.
Now the whole crew lives in separate barns,
Except the mule–he mediates harms.
Love don’t bloom in tidy rows,
It sprouts in mess and manure shows.
So mind your heart on fertile ground,
Where gossip grows and goats rebound.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on November 5, 2024 by Alan Nafzger