An ingenuous yokel who never ventured far from local
Lives in slumberous bliss
No mad galloping rush to rail station train crush
Or timely schedual to miss
A drowsy rising sun a Potter about till day is done
Bread warm rays and a beer
No panic back paddle or unceremonious skedaddle
Only easy oasy gear
Intellectually seen as an inferior creature being
Bereft of scope in thought
Presbyterian love of work knows him only as a shirk
Who couldn't nor wouldn't be taught
Gentry in the town present yokel as dafty clown
To those...