It was a nebulously mundane sort of day on the Animal Farm....
A very pink pig was rooting in his pen of watery slop...
hoping to cool his fat ass from the heat of the sun
The chickens had all retreated to a favorite shady spot
next to the barn....clucking like the hens they are....
bitching about the Rooster and his harem of younger chicks
who they accused of turning tricks for a handful more feed
All were ignorant of the facts....there are those hens who lay
and those chickens who get laid and eaten....
The horse was busy working up a sweat in front of the plow
as the crops needed planting to pay the bills...
The many cows in the pasture stood around and did nothing
as several sheep were feverishly counting to a pretty penny
who amongst them was reportedly missing...
Since long before the sun had begun to rise
in the usual peaceful countryside's early morning sky
the Farmer had loaded up his truck and gone to market....
Meanwhile.....
The dog put his head down on his front paws....
and dreamed of a Revolution...

2007 © Ted Sheridan

Ted Sheridan

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