Here's a couple:
The Kansas Farmer's Wife
The day begins with morn's first light,
For hungry men she is the cook,
And not until 'tis dark at night
Can she from ceaseless labors look.
The burning heat, the grinding toil,
Are part and parcel of each day;
And oft', when needed, she tills the soil
Or helps to stack the new-mown hay.
Wherever the labor she will be
Performing tasks a thousand-fold;
It seems that always she can see
What's to be done and takes a-hold
The wanting ones from any plight
Fruits of her toil receive a share;
And nothing gives her more delight
Than for the sick to want her care
She labors long and hard through life,
Good deeds she's ever sowing;
Oh surely 'tis the farmer's wife
Who keeps this old world going.
Stanzas For Kansas
Leonard Allen Prowant
(Wichita, Kansas: __. 1937) Page 49
Here's another
When I was a young turkey, new to the coop,
My big brother Mike took me out on the stoop;
Then he sat me down, and he spoke real slow,
And he told me there was something that I had to know.
His look and his tone I will always remember,
When he told me of the horrors of ... Black November;
"Come about August, now listen to me,
Each day you'll get six meals instead of just three."
"And soon you'll be thick, where once you were thin,
And you'll grow a big rubbery thing under your chin;
And then one morning, when you're warm in your bed,
In'll burst the farmer's wife, and hack off your head."
"Then she'll pluck out all your feathers so you're bald 'n pink,
And scoop out all your insides and leave ya lyin' in the sink;
And then comes the worst part," he said not bluffing,
She'll spread your cheeks and pack your rear with stuffing!"
Well, the rest of his words were too grim to repeat,
I sat on the stoop like a winged piece of meat;
I decided on the spot that to avoid being cooked,
I'd have to lay low and remain overlooked.
I began a new diet of nuts and granola,
High-roughage salads, juice and diet cola;
And as they ate pastries, chocolates and crepes,
I stayed in my room doing Jane Fonda tapes.
I maintained my weight of two pounds and a half,
And tried not to notice when the bigger birds laughed;
But 'twas I who was laughing, under my breath,
As they chomped and they chewed, ever closer to death.
And sure enough when Black November rolled around,
I was the last turkey left in the entire compound!
So now I'm a pet in the farmer's wife's lap,
I haven't a worry, so I eat and I nap.
She held me today, while sewing and humming,
And smiled at me and said
"Christmas is coming ..."
~ author unknown ~ [/b]
