by Andy Curtis & Liz Marshall
An awfully bad farmer called Joe
Had a field that he wanted to sow
So he prayed for his needs
But he planted no seeds
So, you see, there was nothing to grow
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That's a silly poem! I like it. What a brainless farmer (Named Joe!!)
P.S. His name is Joe!!!!!
Posted by: Ashley | April 24, 2008 at 02:47 AM
it'ts cool
Posted by: jj | April 28, 2008 at 04:01 PM
thats really funny. I heart it. What a brainless farmer. Seriously, he must be a blonde in disguise.
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Posted by: abby | April 28, 2008 at 10:31 PM
I am so glad you liked our silly limmerick.
It was, as it turns out, very silly.
Posted by: AndyC | April 28, 2008 at 10:39 PM