Little Boy Blue*

by April Clinton

LITTLE Boy Blue,
come blow my horn.
The sheep's in the meadow
the cow's in the corn,
the farmer's in the big house
watching some porn.

Little Boy Blue
come blow my horn.
The cock's in the hen house,
the haystack's nice and warm,
the shepherd's by the hillside
taming the school marm.

Little Boy Blue
come blow my horn.
My room is clean and quiet
the carpet nicely worn,
my crops ready for ploughing
and your tongue seems awfully strong.

*Honorable mention, asinine poetry literary contest, fall 2002

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