Don’t worry, when a current bout of battling with some book and cover formatting issues is past, I will be getting to results of the Caption Competition, more Aloe and train pics, etc. and reports of a recent afternoon visit by blogger Kalinka and family while they were on holiday on the South Coast.

Meanwhile, it has been a long time since I have inflicted one of my homemade Really Awful Jokes on the poor people who misguidedly read this blog.  In a spirit of sheer sadism, therefore, here goes:

The Wheatfield -  John Constable

The Wheatfield – John Constable

  In days of yore (and also of my; past, that is) Montmorency from the city bought a large crop farm and began farming.  He had liberal ideas when it came to his labour force, and treated them with every consideration.  In those pre-mechanisation days it was customary to bring in migrant labour at harvest time, and to these he also offered more generous pay and benefits than did most of the local farmers. 

  Instead of gratitude, however, he found that he was receiving ever-increasing demands for better food, less hours, more money, and added perks.

Harvest Field with Reapers, Haywood, Herefordshire 1815 George Robert Lewis 1782-1871 Purchased 1981

Harvest Field with Reapers, Haywood, Herefordshire 1815 George Robert Lewis 1782-1871 Purchased 1981

  ‘I really am tired of these complaints,’ Montmorency confided to his neighbour, Jan,  ‘The labour force reapin’ my current* crop are now raisin’* objections regardin’ the hardness of the benches in the shed where they have their meals, an’ bein’ most in-sultana* bout it.  Why do they behave like this?’

  ‘Man,’ said Jan, ‘when you started being so soft on them, you should have known it would lead to reaper cushions.’ 

*He had been reading The Grapes of Wrath. 

© Colonialist July 2013 (WordPress)


About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies.
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  1. Such a fruitcake, you are! I do love a good pun, though… 😉


  2. optie says:

    LOL Col – very clever indeed!


  3. adeeyoyo says:

    Haha, where do you find them, Col? Hahaha vest and reaper cushions – well really! (egg cellent!)


  4. Love your Southern accents!!!


  5. cobbies69 says:

    Maybe they are not into raisins and sultanas,, perhaps apples and pears would suffice. 😉


  6. Sonel says:

    Really Awfully funny Col! *hugs*


  7. What a very apposite title you have given it. 🙂


  8. bulldog says:

    Ok drew a smile and chuckle .. but actually was done very well…


  9. 68ghia says:

    Sincerely awfully done Col 😉


  10. The Asian says:

    Took me a few minutes to click, but I did have a bit of a giggle when I finally got it, hehe 🙂
    In all the time that I’ve been following your blog I’ve never been subjected to a Really Aweful Joke before. I think you need to share some more of these 😉


  11. kragenhai says:

    Sorry, can’t spell my original reaction tho this. Some sound like ough. Ouch? But very punny indeed!


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