04-03-2015, 09:35 AM
April Moo's
Out in the fields
I saw them slip
then try to trip and stumble on,
before these mornings make the day
they'll feel the wipe
of fresh laid hay.
Yet now content on unsure legs
that buckle under weighted heads,
that nod and dance a ponies prance,
these minstrels from the gallery.
I pull the line and punch the time
to face another paid up play,
on this my first of April moo's
on this my first of all fools day.
Out in the fields
I saw them slip
then try to trip and stumble on,
before these mornings make the day
they'll feel the wipe
of fresh laid hay.
Yet now content on unsure legs
that buckle under weighted heads,
that nod and dance a ponies prance,
these minstrels from the gallery.
I pull the line and punch the time
to face another paid up play,
on this my first of April moo's
on this my first of all fools day.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out