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	 | Category: Funny Whimsical PoemsClassic humorous and funny poems using whimsy. Humourosly quaint and fanciful, especially in an amusing way.
    THE OLD LINE FENCE    ig-zagging it went On the line of the farm,
 And the trouble it caused
 Was often quite warm,
 |The old line fence|.
 It was changed every year
 By decree of the court,
 To which, when worn out,
 Our sires would resort
 |With the old line fence|.
 In hoeing their corn,
 When the sun, too, was hot,
 They surely would jaw,
 Punch or claw, when they got
 |To the old line fence|.
 In dividing the lands
 It fulfilled no desires,
 But answered quite well
 In "dividing" our sires,
 |This old line fence|.
 Though sometimes in this
 It would happen to fail,
 When, with top rail in hand,
 One would flare up and scale
 |The old line fence|!
 Then the conflict was sharp
 On debatable ground,
 And the fertile soil there
 Would be mussed far around
 |The old line fence|.
 It was shifted so oft
 That no flowers there grew.
 What frownings and clods,
 And what words were shot through
 |The old line fence|!
 Our sires through the day
 There would quarrel or fight,
 With a vigour and vim,
 But 'twas different at night
 |By the old line fence|.
 The fairest maid there
 You would have descried
 That ever leaned soft
 On the opposite side
 |Of an old line fence|.
 Where our fathers built hate
 There we builded our love,
 Breathed our vows to be true
 With our hands raised above
 |The old line fence|.
 Its place might be changed,
 But there we would meet,
 With our heads through the rails,
 And with kisses most sweet,
 |At the old line fence|.
 It was love made the change,
 And the clasping of hands
 Ending ages of hate,
 And between us now stands
 |Not a sign of line fence|.
 No debatable ground
 Now enkindles alarms.
 I've the girl I met there,
 And, well, both of the farms,
 |And no line fence|.
 
 A. W. Bellow.
 
 
		
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