Artist info is pointed to in my comment at a prior blog entry.
Solstice*1947
1 year ago
/// It’s a rural triangle, you know; dark-haired Faye, her beau Jake, and blonde Jo. They were all making hay with the tools owned by Faye. Jake (the rake) had embraced Jo (the hoe).
/// Faye now knows that her beau’s a big faker. How, for Jo, could he ever forsake her? She would suffer no fools, so Faye gathered her tools, and delivered to Jake a haymaker.
/// There were not any hay bales for banding when Faye’s knuckles on Jake’s chin were landing. Far from being distressed, Jo was really impressed. In his field Jake is out, and not standing.
Artist info is pointed to in my comment at a prior blog entry.
/// It’s a rural triangle, you know;
dark-haired Faye, her beau Jake, and blonde Jo.
They were all making hay
with the tools owned by Faye.
Jake (the rake) had embraced Jo (the hoe).
/// Faye now knows that her beau’s a big faker.
How, for Jo, could he ever forsake her?
She would suffer no fools,
so Faye gathered her tools,
and delivered to Jake a haymaker.
/// There were not any hay bales for banding
when Faye’s knuckles on Jake’s chin were landing.
Far from being distressed,
Jo was really impressed.
In his field Jake is out, and not standing.