A Drink On The Farm

All the people in this bar have faces like barnyard animals

The sheep gather by the pool table,

Baa-baaing through all the games

The horses gather at the jukebox,

Standing still, talking quietly —

Mine as well be eating grass

The bar itself is over-run by the cows

Too lethargic from the drinks and sun

And the bartender is the farmer,

Making sure all the barnyard animals

Get fed and watered,

Stay fat, full and happy

As far as me?

I’m not quite sure which animal I am

Sometimes I feel like a fox,

In the henhouse,

When the farmer left the door open

Sometimes I feel like a goat,

Half dumb and staring at the knots in the bar

Sometimes I feel like the barnyard dog,

Moving around,

Here and there,

Making sure everyone is accounted for,

And the wolves are kept at bay

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

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8 comments

  1. Hahaha. Reminds me of my night out. I love the imagery. Very cheeky.

    I guess I’m a barnyard dog, like you, making sure everyone’s having a good time. Otherwise I’m the tabby cat; selective about who I give my attention to.

    Good stuff!

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