J H Hobson
Rich families have Black Angus steer,
Old families keep white Jacob sheep.
Suffolk hogs are raised, I hear,
By folks who like such pigs, and keep
[Breeding snouts and hocks and boneses]
Up with the farmers and the Joneses.
Reds, Rhode Island, and eggs, organic,
Make for the perfect weekend farm.
What fun it is for she who can pick
Fresh laid food with her own arm.
And don't forget, it's done, besides,
To avoid those awful pesticides.
Less well-heeled folk keep things they raise
Out of sight and conversation.
They know that there exist mores'
Worse than veal or semination.
A subject one just never broaches?
My family has large German roaches.
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