Top-a-the morning to you. My name is Farmer Josh and I am well… a farmer. This is my account of the terribly embarrising time I had last year when I got approached by another renegade farmer to do some lambing in the heart of England- Devon.
The account is of so much shame to me that I must share it with you all, it is too much weight for one lone farmer to bare… So sit back, put on your finest reading spectacles and for gods sakes go grab a glass of Scrumpy while you are at it.

Happy Farming
Farmer Josh.

A poem about fall.

An apple is a nutritional fruit.

You naughty naughty girls
you silly silly girls
no, I don’t feel sorry for you girls.

There’s no way out …

There’s one thing I must know from you -

How Does It Feel?

But deep down they really are afraid,

These holy cows and cats, they’ve got it made.

Deep down we’re really all the same,

Fools pray to a god and then they all chant his name.

He’s got his eyes on her chest

Because he’s heard she is the best

From the lad with the Nova

Who said he got his leg over.

Apples, pumpkins, spirits, rich colors, falling leaves, beautiful colors,cider, corn,wind.

As the air develops a crisp coolness, it is the perfect time to build a fire, gather your friends and family and celebrate another harvest.