Dick Jokes, with Apologies to Sir Paul McCartney

[bruorton]

Shoveling out the sheep barn of a winter's worth

of shit and straw compacted and decomposing,
we entertain ourselves in the manner of 12-year-olds.

Through our dust masks we sing popular songs

strategically substituting in the word "dick" in bids

to make the other two laugh.  A mention of the ewe
Alexis, who hates being penned, brings to mind "Don't
Fence Me In," and soon comes the rousing chorus:
"Give me dick, lots of dick, under starry skies above..."
The aches in our backs and shoulders forgotten,

we howl with laughter.  A turn onto the Beatles yields
a treasure trove: All you need is dick... Dick me do...

Happiness is a warm dick...  Between hauling cart
loads of rotting sheep droppings out to the manure pile
we lean against the sun-warmed barn wall, wiping

filthy perspiration off our faces, trying to come up with
another one.