Welcome to the farm,
Where the landscape is clear and calm,
Where the geese honk and the pigs truffle,
And men with green wellies shuffle,
(Because the wellies are too small and they have to use foot balm).
Mrs T, my class teacher,
Is a true preacher,
She lectures us on how to wash our hands,
On and on ’til even the moon’s face wans,
And I am as restless as a wild creature.
I feel really jumpy
As if I’ll collapse, all flumpy,
To be going to Wick Court,
(Gasp! My wellies are too short!,
And they’re really lumpy!)
At the end of my road there is a farm, and that farm is an awful, scary place run by a mad man who forgot his own name! What he does remember is he hates everyone in the whole world! He kills the weak animals and eats the fat ones. He is poor and has little money but cares not the slightest bit. The farmer goes out for midnight walks and chases cats while screeching and yelling for them to ”slow down” because he has arthritis! Then in the morning he wakes up in the gutter and slowly trudges home.
We’re going on an egg hunt
We want to find a brown one.
What an early start
Where’s my bed!
A barn full of straw
Oh no we can’t go over it
We can’t go under it
There‘s an egg in there!
Bring it home for breakfast
Fried, poached, or boiled?
The warm smell of horses
The velvet touch of noses
Makes you feel safe.
The world is still sleeping
The sky its self is only just waking
Me and the animals just us
My heart full of joy and love
A new day.
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