Ploughing Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Ploughing
I have been ploughing
The field of nothingness
A furrow at a time,
With an elderly mule that farts a lot.
The soil is unyielding
It is cabbage and carrots
I want
You can`t eat flowers.
I have the carcass
Of a goat
But needs vegs
To go with it
All I need is for you
To see
I can cook a good meal of words
So far I have two
Who are willing?
To partaking
But my table has a place
For twelve
So I will wait
Till I find
Someone who likes
Cabbage
And never mind
The flowers