Sunday 22 January 2017

Barmer Farmer (poem)

There was once a farmer,
Who grew barmer,

He didn't know what he grew,
So he started to sell chicken stew!

But he was a vegetarian, he then remembered,
So in a chemistry club, he got membered!

He didn't even know the C of Chemistry, 
So he decided to be a detective to solve a mystery!

He was totally scared after the mystery was solved,
So in botany he got involved!

Botany, he thought, was so boring,
That farming tools for the king, he started storing!

He thought, "Life was better as a farmer",
So he again began to grow barmer!

~ Anoushka Sabnis

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