Old Yankee Farmer

Come into my barn and shake off the cold
Ne'er mind that old nag all of her neighin'
She's just gettin' near-sighted and little old
And that ol' coon dog when he starts a'bayin'
Pay no attention to 'im he's just playin' bold
If you hear all those timid sheep start bleatin'
It 'cause those dang chickens is gettin' polled
So grab you here this shovel lets start feedin'
Let me show you around to the ol' grain hold
I'll fetch us a few bales of hay 'fo' proceedin'
Don't mind me a' askin' what it was you sold
Plenty time fo' hearin' even if you ain't sayin'
So speak up boy 'cause I haven't got all day
What brings you out this way if you don't say
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
A traveling salesman upon meeting an old'timer Yankee farmer.

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Comments (8)

LadyMorgana60
laugh Poor salesman..he couldn't get a word in edgeways. conversing
Enjoyed your different style Yankee thumbs up wine
Yankee4you
No LadyM....the old farmer had him doing chores before he knew the sun was up....haha
Poetnumber1
A different one from you Yanks.Amusing piece that i enjoyed my friend. cheers
rapturecapture
I'm a thinkin.. he cam.e a callin.. to my barn as well..laugh rolling on the floor laughing
Nice one Yankee
Unusual and very enjoyable to read loved it.
Thank you for your thoughts as always..hug angel wave
Odette67
Nice to read you again Yankee.. and thank you for making me laugh on this rather sad morning..my darling daughter just went home to Ohio today.hug purple heart
Ladybee42
laugh Yankee - so funny sir and very enjoyable

thumbs up purple heart purple heart
Happychatty1
This popped up so I just got to enjoy reading it Yankee wave laugh
godsprincessonline today!
Reminds me of my Grandpa Jackson - my Mom's father. Grandpa and Grandma were farmers - they had cows but their biggest income maker were the chickens! Grandpa had an egg route with customers he delivered to. I use to love helping my Grandma in the egg cellar - she cleaned them and put them on a machine to measure the size and roll down the little what I considered bowling lanes for me to catch and pack in the boxes. I had a lot of fun and I got paid a whole 25 cents out of the sugar bowl in the pantry at the top of the cellar stairs! Ah!! Memories.

Kathy angel
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