Farm Girl - Feta Jean

 

Her shoes were carved

from blocks of cheese,

String cheese

were her laces,

Elbow patches made of wax

on knees

and other places,

Deep olive green

were her eyes,

with lips, a radish red

Spaghetti straps

held up her dress

lettuce was her bed,

Around the farm

she was adored

in town, she was a joke,

twas all the farmer could afford

yet still, the people spoke,

She noticed soon

the boy next door,

not much got past-her-eyes,

When Feta Jean got married

the tots

were no surprise.

 

 

Zc