Gay Hired Hand

An old farmer that died had left all of his lands
To the wife that loved him but had delicate hands
She had to hire a man to help her along the way
It didn’t matter to her when he said he was gay
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He was a hard worker, always working long hours
He best liked the gardening, especially the flowers
After weeks of hard work, she decided he needed
Some time to himself and he happily conceded
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He did though have to be back by midnight for sure
He had to begin his work day in the morning at four
Midnight came and went and just as she feared
Though she was waiting for him, he never appeared
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He finally showed up, but it was at two twenty-nine
And she was waiting for him with a glass of red wine
She quietly beckoned for him to come into the door
Nervously he shuffled his feet across the large floor
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She said I know it's late but I need something from you
I want you to take off my blouse and my high heels too
He did as he was told although his hands were shaking
He knew when he did it, it was a chance he was taking
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She said, and take off my skirt and unsnap my brassiere
When you have them all off, put them on the table here
You must know that I’m happy for the day you were hired
But the next time you wear my clothes to town, you’re fired

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