Megalithic Poems

There was an old farmer called ‘noch
who frowned at my interest in rock.
“Go on”, he replied
but fenced me inside
and followed me counting his flock.

gjrk wrote:
There was an old farmer called ‘noch
who frowned at my interest in rock.
“Go on”, he replied
but fenced me inside
and followed me counting his flock.
Thanks gjrk :-)

Was only thinking about the 'lithic limericks the other day - I'll lump the four or so that we have here together and put 'em on the blog.