'Grab a hammer, ' the red-necked dairy farmer said. <br />'What for I asked, it's just six in the morning? ' <br />'You'll see, ' red-neck said. 'They calved last night.' <br />'They? ' I asked. <br />'Yeah, the heifers, and we don't keep bull calves.' <br />'What do you do with them? ' I innocently asked. <br />'Use your hammer, wack 'em on the head, cut their <br />guts open, here's a knife, and feed 'em to the pigs.' <br /> <br />I couldn't believe what I'd heard, so I threw the hammer <br />at his feet and said: 'Stick the hammer up your arse you <br />disgusting piece of excrement, ' and walked away from <br />an experience I've tried hard to forget.<br /><br />jerry hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poddy-calves/
