Ole FarleyA Poem by Tate Morgan
"You know boys" he would always say "why if there's one thing I am not" "Attention grabbing back stabbing" "but I've won every fight I've fought"
Farley was twisting a new tale
his feet on the pot belly stove
In our barn he would spin a yarn
piling on like a treasure trove
"You know I don't think I told you
how I won the second World War"
"Ole Ike, needed help with the Reich
and he looked to me and the corps"
"Again my country called on me
Ike wanted us to break the line"
"I told Dwight, to schedule a flight
just drop me this side of the Rhine"
"So my men and I took the field
we lay waste such a German swath"
"Led all the men, yep there and then
survived only on bread and broth"
"Well we sought no recognition
we let Ike spin his fairy tale"
"We were fine, drinking Hitler’s wine
just happy to blaze the trail"
Later that night Farley took watch
he had come by to check the feed
Out from the night, came a bright light
Farley happily fed their need
He claimed that he had been kidnapped
aliens from space sought him out
They'd been sold, on stories he'd told
and assumed him a man with clout
Of course he didn't go freely
he took out a dozen or two
Then scared them so bad, they were glad
to head off into the wild blue
Farley claimed many a patent
he invented all the great things
Held universities, degrees
knew all the heads of state and kings
He’d served in World War One and Two
circumnavigated the globe
Hung out on the Nile, for awhile
invented Nasa's first space probe
"You know boys" he would always say
"there are a couple things I'm not"
"Attention grabbing, back stabbing"
"though I've won every fight I've fought"
When the iced wind blew through the trees
and the cold air kept us all down
We warmed each face, at Farley’s place
where he entertained half the town
© 2013 Tate Morgan
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