“Do you carrot all for me? My bleeding heart beets for you. My love is as soft as a squash, but as strong as an onion. You are a peach with your radish hair and turnip nose. Your cherry lips and forget-me-not eyes call me. You are the apple of my eye, and if we canteloupe lettuce marry for I am sure we would make a happy pear.”
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Lovely Calves We’re Having!
“Oh see the darling little cow-lets!”
“Miss, those are not cow-lets, they’re bull-ets.”
Pasture Pot Pourri
The other day a stranger walked up and asked me if I was a doctor. I informed him that I wasn’t, but that I thought I knew where he could get some.
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