The hens have stopped laying
Too wet to get the hay in
They can't harvest the grain
Had too much darn rain
The potatoes have got blight
Isn't anything just right
Their prices are falling
Isn't that just galling
Farmers now begin to grumble
As their profits start to tumble
They are very hard to placate
But they'll get help from the state
Tractors appear all shiny and new
Wife's new Freelander comes into view
Nothing it seems is what they like
But you rarely see a farmer riding a bike.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it very much. Such poems are very rare i havent read a poem like this by new poets for so many days here in this site. Thanks for letting me know that there are poets like you in this site