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Making Eunuchs
We raised baa baas for awhile
cash crop as Dad referred!.
Great lawnmowers,
also tree trimmers, four feet up!.
Grass or leaves in, pellet outs,
self generating green machines!.
Dumb though, fenced, just in case!.
Every spring the lambs arrived!.
The ram, yeah he knew his thing!.
And Dad would decide the day
that the boys had to lose their toys!.
Can’t have boys fighting plus
they would grow faster and get bigger
and of course sell for more money; well
at least that’s the story told!.
Our job, to grab the boys one at a time
and carry them to the ‘altar of eunuchdom’
where Dad awaited with his tools;
rubber bands, little green cheerios that
would stretch over a two inch funnel!.
Well you probably can guess the rest!.
Some took it well, others baaed in pain
and a few went to a corner and laid down!.
A week or two later, everything shriveled
and was gone!. I was always happy that
they were dumb, and couldn’t remember!.
Yup, made a lot of eunuchs growing up
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Unlike with steers, no prairie oysters!. Must've been hard for you as a boy thinking of what they were losing! They say roosters should be caponized too, but I never did my flock, and since they grew up together with a large number of hens the pecking order was well established and I had few problems with fights, and tastier coq au vin!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
We had goats - the rubber bands were the "clean" way of doing it - no blood!. It was the dehorning that I couldn't stand!. Holding the head as warm, red blood coursed down over a snow white coat and covered my hands!. No thanks - it only took once - I passed out!. I'll take the rubber band chore any day ?Www@QuestionHome@Com
Neon!.!.!.this is the first ever poem about eunuching I've ever read!.!.!.it made shivers creep around!
To the painful point!.!.!.there are, indeed, eunuchs walking around with full packages!. Just awful thoughts! And a way good poem!!!Www@QuestionHome@Com
Farming is a thing of beauty, on my farm only dogs and cats were pets and not eaten!. I never got so tried of killing rabbits as the four years I raised them!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
We did hogs!.
Sharp knife, small incision, quick snip, pack with axel grease!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
No wonder my wool socks are so stretchy!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Poor baby lambs! What a way to be welcomed into the world!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Awww!.!.!.!.nearly as good as my fav contacts!.!.!.!.!.xWww@QuestionHome@Com
Had two ponies, once upon a time, A shetland, "Hot Shot" bought for my young son, and a paint, "Wild Bill"
Hot Shot acted more like a dog then a pony!. Wild Bill was true to his name and for some reason I was the only one he tried to bite! My
husband decided it was time to call the vet, to dethrone Bill, Vet did them both by error, for some reason didn't change Bill that much, and he still nipped at me!. But Hot Shot became a puppy!.
I often wonder why such isn't done to repeated child offenders!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Not a eunuch but a spirit torn and forlorn
in two minds beats two hearts of a single being
from his own folly fleeing toward a Sun
a neon light but was, time tells another tale!.
Hands bounds and captive we
helpless who admit their angst to thee
not courageless in tyrants bonds
who would abscond from little souls !.!.
Not weak nor was he so indifferent
It is a fault lies between us both
for I speak and loathe this voice retell
the devils hate and fury's hell!.
Not thee oh one once so gallant and bold
If it were told in valiant measure
what greater boon this gaze to view
than mighty angels of a fallen edens fold !.!.
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