Farming With Grandma Poem by Kevin Rottweiler

Farming With Grandma



We feed the sheep
we feed the goats
wearing tough-looking clothes
blue jeans
aprons and gloves
big old cows
milking and helping
wonderful animals
they give a kiss
it is Heaven's bliss
wish there were some
elephants
grandma qualifies
ha ha

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