Wednesday, June 13, 2012

The Cackling Carrow

Cackling Carrow cackles out yonder
Like a bit of a gale gone to squander
And Spoil the lot of farmers in August
Who've managed to escape the Summer's thrust
Upon their dotty farms and spotty game;
Cackling as such must make most men lame.
To scramble together a ruckus so
Great as riggly field on a game day, ho
Down dance in the midst of hot summer glades;
Such a practice, such a cackle of raides
Makes men and women scratch their head and say
"What in tarnation is the Carrow's play?
But hidden in the field, at work am I,
I ignore the Carrow, and he will die.

                    The Cackling Carrow, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012

No comments:

Post a Comment