We're in a hurry here today, for FarmWife's brother's coming. I have a poem, though, to share, about my favorite human:
Fondly are my thoughts disposed when pondering my lady.
Ambling down the trail with her astride through pathways shady
Really is quite splendid, for I know she loves me madly.
Most any day that's spent with her is one that I live gladly.
When we meet in morning dew she comes, a-bearing hay,
I welcome her with brayful song at dawn of each new day.
Friendly nuzzles I do give, she hugs and scratches me.
Every mule deserves some love like that of her for me.
I would keep going, for that's barely the beginning, but I've used up F and A, R and M, W and I, F and E. If I had called her FarmWife, Queen of Bent Barrow Farm, I could have made my poem longer. Ah, well, we're short on time anyway.
Have a great day, beloved readers. One day I will write a poem for YOU.