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

By Alan Nafzger

Professor Alan Nafzger is the publisher of Farm.FM, writing from Wichita Falls, Texas. He earned his Ph.D. in political science with a focus on rural policy and agricultural economics, a master's degree in public administration emphasizing rural development, and a bachelor's degree in political science. Over a dual career spanning 57 years, he has taught rural policy, agricultural economics, and county administration while managing a family operation that includes farming, ranching, and dairy. The classroom and the farmstead keep each other honest: he writes about the policies he has studied and the cattle, crops, and milk checks he has actually had to live with.

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