Down on the Farm

On the advice of several friends, I have started writing a book on the virtues of my vices. As a result, there is not a lot of time left to continually update the blog. In the meantime, at least until (and in honor of) St. Patrick's Day, I have decided to relay odd bits of news to my three readers in limerick form. The first entry:

With no dignity to undermine,
This man had no great need for a line,
He need buy no minks
Nor fanciful drinks,
For he’d found a love truly bovine.