Roses are red,
My name is Dave,
This poem makes no sense,
Microwave

She'll catch the goose,
She'll make a noose,
She'll take his life,
The Jolly Farmer's Wife.



Is it the farmer or the wife herself that is jolly?

I'm assuming that's a poor grammar related jibe.

Is it the grammar or the jibe that is poor?

Actually it wasn't.

I like things that can be read or understood two ways.

Uncertainty and ambiguity,
lacking in acuity,
Either hazy or opaque,
Just spit it out for heaven's sake.

It's clearly the wife, although the farmer himself my also be heartened by her jolly disposition.

Simon ruddy Armitage deosn't have to put up with this.

You may as well have started it:
Bagpuss, dear Bagpuss, old fat furry cat-puss.

On this theme, a little song for you, to the tune of the Bagpuss Mice song:

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We will take them
Counterfeit them
Into town we must plod, plod plod
Silly mices
Expensivest prices
For a Championship squad, squad squad.