Word Farm


 

Word Farmers


This is for all of you whose farms

are lined upon your book shelves

made by writers of all kinds

or highly literate writing elves


I know that is a silly note

but fairies do indeed play

with our reading minds

in the most delightful way


What this poem is all about

you may say with odd alarm

for not all can see the relation

fields of words coming from a farm


First I must ask you some dirt

on a personal note I plant

my plea and joy earnestly

to find out if I must recant


When was the last time

you saw piglets, pigs or hogs?

In a barnyard or in dreams

snoring, sawing farmyard logs?


Was it on your breakfast table

bacon crispy on your plate so fine

or with chops, loin or roast with

mashed potatoes at dinnertime?


Perhaps your religion bars you

from Moses to Mohamed holy dears

whose ancient laws that hate to dine

upon those funny creatures we do hear


with squeaky voices, oinking loud

how many folks have shown alarm

grunting as we defilers do eat them

your chance at heaven it will harm?


Oh, that is not mine to contemplate

for some seem to think that books

will give you earthly frighten words

destroy their holy racist hidden works


Heaven forefend that you learn

to think all by your self and read

for stupidity seems to reign afraid if

people will think and women not breed!


Oh how silly that becomes why I ask

Petunia and Porky to tell you to hear

answering my dizzy poetry question

about word farming loud and clear?


Do you read my Dizzyland blog

not near Hollywood or Florida keys?

I wonder if it sings words your read

of literacy and humor if you please


Do you read words I do write

upon my farm in dark or sunlight?

I wonder if my blog farms well

the stories & poem songs it does tell.


Please let me know if you do read

and can subscribe it online too

not just when I did once post

it in that Facebook screen for you?


I thank you for the feedback

do how my word has porcine grace

to grunt, oink and laugh, retort my sport

with a sincere, literate sweet face!


OINK!


©j.m.frase-white 23 January 2025

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