They lay in the hay. <br /> <br />Hidden amongst <br />loud clacking <br /> <br />various animal sounds <br />lots of squeals and grunts <br /> <br />that created <br />an aural rural landscape. <br /> <br />A horse neighed <br />a field away. <br /> <br />They made hay <br />whilst the sun shined. <br /> <br />I’m not at liberty <br />to say <br /> <br />what went on in the hay <br /> <br />only that <br />what <br /> <br />got laid <br /> <br />was found <br />(two nice brown ones) <br /> <br />stuck to her behind <br />ruining her best Sunday skirt. <br /> <br />A lot of eggs <br />had gotten broken <br /> <br />(a lot of other hearts <br />were broken) <br /> <br />and the other girls were <br />insanely jealous <br /> <br />all wanted to know <br />all...the details. <br /> <br />They why <br />of how. <br /> <br />The then <br />of when. <br /> <br />The what <br />0f where. <br />And It sure as hell annoyed <br />a lot of chickens as well.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/making-an-omelette-in-1942-for-scarlett/
