' Sleepy ' the Farmer

The scarecrow got scared,
The crows they did laugh,
When the out of control harvester
Cut him in half.
the crows ate the corn,
The Farmer forlorn,
Scarecrow all torn,
And it was still only morn.
The afternoon came,
That was no better,
Along came the mailman
And gave Farmer a letter.
In big letters red
Foreclosure it said,
The Farmer felt ill
Started writeing a will
When his wife shouted 'Breakfast'!
Are you sleeping still.