The Amish Life by Martin white

The

Amish

Life

Written by

Martin white

I get up in the morning before the sun, it does rise;
Stumbling in the dark, because I can’t see anything before my eyes;

Making it to the kitchen, a candle I do light;
Needing a cup of coffee, with not a coffee maker in sight;

Facing a hard day of chores is what I do see;
Well, it not like I am going to sit around and watch TV;

Planting dur fields and running dur farm;
Always asking God, would a tractor, be such a harm;

Hitching up the buggy, everywhere seems so far;
Wondering, if God really would hate me, if I owned a car;

I have to find Mennonites, who souls are for sell;
I get to ride in a car, and they get to burn in hell;

Always dressed in black, might help me look thin;
Thinking, why would having a little color be such a sin;

At night I go to bed with my wife,
but I don’t know what for;

With 5 layers of cloths, to keep warm,
sex is a chore;

As most of you reading this, surely can see;
I am having a little doubt, dur Amish life is for me.