July 22nd…“WAS THERE A FARMING LESSON THAT YOUR FATHER TRIED TO TEACH YOU THAT BECAME A LAUGHING MATTER?”
POEM – “Daddy Made Me Blush” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Our daddy was a stinker,
He loved to tease and joke,
Especially if someone else received,
His well-intentioned poke.
Little gullible me, Dense I could be,
At that tender, innocent age,
I was no match, For what soon would hatch,
From my Norwegian farmer sage.
That dad of mine, He made me blush,
While walking through, Our cow-yard mush,
A brand new calf, Had just been born,
Upon that Late Spring, sparkling morn.
As I was admiring, That new little one,
My silly dad, That son of a gun,
Asked me to walk, ‘Round calf’s behind,
He said the little one, Wouldn’t mind.
Dumb as a stump, I did his bidding,
Not knowing I’d be, The target of kidding.
“Lift up the tail!”, Said daddy dear,
As I came around, Tiny animal’s rear.
Tail lifted up, I looked over to Dad,
And here’s what he said, To this little lad.
“Tell me son, One barrel or two?”
As I stood in cow-yard’s, Ankle deep goo.
By this time, Dad’s roaring,
With laughter galore,
As he stands over near,
Our barn’s Dutch door.
I look at him puzzled,
No way did I know,
The question’s right answer,
That made him laugh so!!!
The six year old quizzical,
Look on my face,
Just made Dad laugh harder,
And quicken his pace.
Later in life, When maturity came,
I finally realized, Our farmer dad’s aim.
“Ignorance is bliss”, When’s all said and done,
And such was the case,
For clueless farmer’s son. 😉
Norwegian Farmer's Son 