Paddy was a farmer

20 May

Paddy was a farmer, ploughing every day,

Up and down the furrows he went his merry way,

Until one day, when it happened,

When he found a hidden cache,

Revealed by his plough, he was totally aghast.

Well, by George, he shouted,

I am rich as rich can be,

Gold and jewels and coins and stuff,

That’s the end of farming for me.


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Posted by on May 20, 2014 in humor, humour, poems


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