This is a poem about every 21 year old out there having fun.

God’s children don’t belong in bars.

Screen Drama.

A ladies night out turns sour.

DONT DRINK AND DRIVE!!…….OR WALK FOR THAT MATTER!!

In Vino Veritas…In wine, there is truth.

They are the friends many of us have known. They stay nowhere but on your side. All they require you is time and money.

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.

M.F. VanDeburgh lyrics.

Short poem.