Englands too green

Day 81

There is the strangest notion
of people who have pride
The greenfield that they long for
the pleasant countryside

The cows and sheep in pasture
The tractors that are seen
The pleasant talk of farmers
the land so ever green

But when you think about it
Most people do talk poop
They hate the thought of farmers
Raising chickens in a coup

The killing of the baby lambs
Isn't something most folks like
Though they still have roast dinner
On a pleasant Sunday night

The hate the bloody tractors
The noise of baas and moos
The dawn chorus is too loud for them
The sound of old horseshoes

They hate the smell of seasons
Oh god what are they spreading?
Be grateful they are doing it
For a good summer bedding

They moan about the hedge rows
Not cut!They do complain
But then moan there are no bees
These people lack some brains

So when I hear them talking
Of England's old green thumb
I will remind them of this post
Saying, you talk out your bum

























































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