Friendship Farm

By Kris Elensar

Thu, 25 May 2017
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Friendships are unruly crop,
Yet each cultivator's bread and butter.
Blind ordeals towards the chop
and unnecessary clutter. 
Sham! The crows are back again,
Picking at your efforts,
Scram! You blighted hurricane,
Leave be us hapless shepherds. 
Damn, they're off with all the harvest,
We're back at square inception.
Must fashion quick a tighter harness,
And consider contraception.
No use, regrouped, they'll raid us soon,
But there's time to sow another
Row of undetermined boon,
And prep souls for destined slaughter.
Fie! The clouds, the selfish brood,
Are pining for the ocean,
Drought, we'll add another mood,
To the list of strewn emotions.
Right, get busy, backs right-angled,
Plough mother nature's bosom.
Heave! Our tickers must be strangled
Lest we risk to lose them! 
Ah, they're growing, erect the strawman!
Draw his face a mighty beast! 
So that he may scare the crows and
Make for much deserving feast.
But wait! Dessert, cream of the cremè,
A prick to make you sicker,
Gulp the shining, scheming gem,
'Cause dumb-o, here's the kicker:
Crops, like people, seldom change,
You just get to know them.
Certificate PG
Poem
Humour
Opinion

Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Very true, well sustained.