The Crooked Post

   You could see it was crooked,
It just wasn’t straight
That post in the fence line,
When you drove past the gate.

It was right near the tractor
Which had long broken down
Every time you would see it
When you drove into town

It was crooked in daytime
It was crooked at night
As you came ‘round the corner
It was in your spotlight

With the shadows reflected
From the wires that were strained
It was crooked in board daylight
And would be worse when it rained

Now you would think that bloke
When unstacking the load
Would have saved all the bent ones
For away from the road

But one went unnoticed
And to his dismay
My wife will remind him
"Tis his dying day".