Life-A Farmer’s Last Will:

Life-A Farmer’s Last Will:

Being of sound mind, I leave:
To my wife, my overdraft at the bank. Maybe she can explain it.
To my banker, my soul. He has the mortgage on it anyway,
To my neighbor, my clown suit. He’ll need it if he continues to farm as he has in the past.
To the A.S.C.S., my grain bin. I was planning to let them take it next year anyway.
To the county agent, 50 bushels of corn, to see if he can hit the market. I never could.
To the junkman, all of my machinery. He’s had his eye on it for years.
To my undertaker, a special request: I want 6 implement and fertilizer dealers for my pallbearers. They’re used to carrying me.
To the grave digger, don’t bother. The hole I’m in already should be big enough.

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