what's going on, jackbarn?
There's a barn that's full of jack
And lined with rawhide skins.
Where all the children issue forth
And beg to be let in!
But oh so quiet it's become
It's rafters shed a tear.
For where have all the children gone?
They only just were here...
Jackbarn jackbarn thine ears are huge!
Thine eyes are bloodshot red!
Thou lookest like a rabbit, fair
Thou lookest like a shed!
Don't close your doors, don't sell the skins,
Don't shut the hayride down!
Don't tell the squaredance lords and gals
To head back into town!
The barn is festive, bright and grand
But where are all the cows?
They're grazing, darlin', right out back!
So bring them back right now!
I'm lonely in the silent barn,
I want to dance a dance!
So let's bring all the beasts and dudes
On back to hop and prance!
So there it is. the most horrific Thursday afternoon poetry ever.
doesn't anyone have any exciting news?
I mean, I don't. but somebody should.
posted by dan @ 4:43 PM
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