Monday, February 2, 2009

Go West Young Man

Fiction Friday is hosted this week by
Sherri Ward at A Candid Thought
Be sure to stop over there for more cutting-edge fiction.

Go West Young Man
by Beth LaBuff
Topic: The USA

In Old English, on the sheepskin
Conferred from Mid-State College,
Joe Peacock proudly eyed his name
And reveled in his knowledge.

He headed home on gravel roads,
Past the dirt road junction,
With grandiose ideas to
Increase the farms production.

With eagerness to implement
New methods and techniques,
But on deaf ears his concepts fell,
Were squashed down, so to speak.

Self-righteous anger boiled to
A discontented state.
Old farmers with archaic ways—
That would not be his fate.

A deft smooth-talking salesman,
Whose snaked tongue dripped with oil,
Filled young Joe with promises
Of western fertile soil.

“A progressive farmer should not
Stay here when I’ve land to sell.
Go west, young man, and leave this farm.
Just bid the past farewell.”

Sans common sense with a sound mind,
Joe bought the proffered land.
Paid the con with currency
Then shook his clammy hand.

Joe took his old green tractor
And a wagon for the load,
Donned a sign, “Westward or bust!”
Then throttled down the road.

Drove through “What Cheer” in Iowa,
In Colorado – “Hygiene”,
Aye-yi-yi! – the names of towns!
What were “town fathers” thinking !?!

One evening’s stop at a cafe
On his cross-country tour,
He went inside a restaurant
And ordered soup du jour.

He puzzled o’er the “mystery meat’s”
Stringy perpetual chew.
The waitress mumbled, “jackrabbit”
How gross! Hare in his stew!

As on he traveled he recalled
Sage council from Bugs Bunny,
“Hey doc, be careful that you don’t
Turn left in Albuquerque.”

At length his destination reached,
His eyes surveyed his land.
His mind – pow’rless to comprehend
And slow to understand.

“Hoodwinked!” the word came to his mind.
He pondered what he’d done.
His farm was situated in
The Grand “abyssal” Canyon!

He tossed his sheepskin in the gulch
And then …he had a notion.
He’d contour farm the canyon
To stop the soil erosion.

inspiration from: Philippians 4:11
Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned,
in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.

written for a writing challenge
© Beth LaBuff – January 2009


S.C.(S.Harricharan) said...

heehee! I loved this rhyming story! Glad I got to read it. ^_^

Hoomi said...

Ah, Beff! I've missed your brilliant poems on Friday Fiction for the past month! Welcome back!

Joanne Sher said...

So clever - as usual. Excellent and fun.

Carly said...

Love it, Aunt Beth! I have been enjoying reading through your poems. Thanks for commenting on my blog :)

LauraLee Shaw said...

An entertaining story, and it RHYMES!!!! That is some talent! Love it.

Shelley Ledfors said...

Very clever and entertaining. I enjoyed this!

Patty Wysong said...

LoL--I love it! What an optimist!

Sherri Ward said...

As usual, Beth, this is just delightful! Very clever.

Dee Yoder said...

Oh my goodness! This cracked me up (and be sure to read my Challenge entry for "South America"-ha!) What a gift you have for humorous verse...never met anyone like you with this kind of AWESOME talent! Love it. ( :