Game of Fences
Years went by
a daily drudge
digging holes
for posts
no bludge
The farmer hard
whip on back
dawn to dusk
a fencer's lot
life's evil stack
One frozen morn
wire snapped
whipped hard
clipped head
one eyed Jack
Something snapped
farmer vanished
never seen
ever again
years crashed
Decades later
posts rotted
dig out holes
new poles
strange sight spotted
A skeletal hand
struck with the bar
pulled up in the air
and stared at
like a star
The constable came
who knew of a rumour
had another post dug
and found the head
a rather grim humour
One eyed Jack
years of abuses
snapped like a wire
cut up the boss
buried the pieces
Bits down a hole
the fencer's revenge
ending the tyranny
a game of fences
the farmer's end
Ancient in years
old people's home
one eyed Jack
read the news
cackled alone
Years went by
a daily drudge
digging holes
for posts
no bludge
The farmer hard
whip on back
dawn to dusk
a fencer's lot
life's evil stack
One frozen morn
wire snapped
whipped hard
clipped head
one eyed Jack
Something snapped
farmer vanished
never seen
ever again
years crashed
Decades later
posts rotted
dig out holes
new poles
strange sight spotted
A skeletal hand
struck with the bar
pulled up in the air
and stared at
like a star
The constable came
who knew of a rumour
had another post dug
and found the head
a rather grim humour
One eyed Jack
years of abuses
snapped like a wire
cut up the boss
buried the pieces
Bits down a hole
the fencer's revenge
ending the tyranny
a game of fences
the farmer's end
Ancient in years
old people's home
one eyed Jack
read the news
cackled alone
Jaqi
Bluh
Monday
15
April
2019
NOTE ~ Fencing is a hard game, toughening the hands from digging holes for posts, and shedding blood when wire cuts and slashes. A farmer expecting more than a fencer can give, could end in strange places.
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