We broke into a banjo store
and started yodeling
and screaming limericks
of old english lore
little did we know
there was a shadowy farmer
lurking
and stalking our presence.
I could smell the cow shit
from 50 yards.
the demon of crop has shown himself
Yes, we shall kill the farmer dead
but we will surely starve
so I say we should eat the farmer.
and cover our losses
just as all in the world will do
at one time or another
we kayaked for weeks
and then we got eaten
by sea farmers.
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