Date:         Fri, 7 May 2004 11:26:56 -0700
Reply-To:     Jeffrey Earl <jefferrata@YAHOO.COM>
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From:         Jeffrey Earl <jefferrata@YAHOO.COM>
Subject:      Re: SPAM ? (NVC)
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Where's the What??
(condensed for brevity)

A trip to the market leaves nothing to want.
From shelves come the good life, and nobody's gaunt.
So in a short time, it is 'history forgotten'
that food must be grown somewhere 'fore it gets
boughtin.'

Now, on with the tale this rhyme's leading too,
though seemingly scary, she swears it is true.
My wife had her sheep, in some pens, at the fair.
The crowd had some questions she's answering there.

When a nice looking couple called her to one side;
on vacation from Boston, they'd toured nation wide.
No less, it's the first time for them at a fair
and learning some things they were never aware.

'Wheat ground into flour', 'A hen laid an egg'
events such as this, in their knowledge was vague.
They watched as a beef had been judged in the ring,
amazed that a 'T-bone' could come from "that thing!"

There were horses and piggys and goats in the barn
and a lady was spinnin' some wool into yarn.
Then mentioned how they were impressed with the skills
of folks who had bottled the corn, beets and dills.

And quite taken back when that soft yellow butter
popped out'a the milk, that came out'a that udder!
and though very impressed, by her Rambouillet Rams-
Could she point to the pens where they're keepin' the
Spams?

© Sajac '94


The entire poem can be seen at:
http://www.cowboypoetry.com/kanab.htm#What



Jeffrey Earl
1983 diesel Westfalia "Vanasazi"






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