Down on the Farm

By Sally Yocom

       It gets my goat to hear you lie.
       We’ve hidden no black sheep.
       So hold your horses, cut the corn.
       Don’t make another peep.

       It really goes against the grain,
       No honey’s in your comb.
       Don’t milk that tale for all it’s worth
       Until the cows come home.

       I know you suffer growing pains.
       That story you produced
       Will fence you in, for lies are sure
       To come back home to roost.

       You couldn’t hit the broadest side
       Of any barn that way.
       Don’t count your chickens till they’re hatched.
       Go home and hit the hay.

       You’re full of beans, so please recall
       You reap just what you sow.
       A good egg you should try to be.
                       E I E I O
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About Sally Yocom

Sally Yocom is a graduate of the Oberlin College Conservatory of Music, and taught public school music and gave private piano lessons for many years. She is now retired and having fun with poetry. She just completed writing a book called 103 Styles of Poetry (with examples by Sally Yocom). She and her husband have three grown sons, including identical twins.

One Comment

  1. Susan Mahan
    Posted February 2011 at 2:11 pm | Permalink

    That was hilarious!

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