'Sex Farm' anagram

As explained on the index page to this section of the lardbucket, this anagram is a set of Spinal Tap lyrics on the 'left-hand side' and a courtly love poem of sorts on the other. The poem on the 'right-hand-side' uses quotations and ideas from various well-known such poems, as well as a couple more modern twists and sentiments.

Working on a sex farm
Trying to raise some hard love
Getting out my pitchfork
Poking your hay

Scratchin' in your henhouse
Sniffin' at your feedbag
Slippin' out your back door
Leaving my spray

Sex farm woman
I'm gonna mow you down
Sex farm woman
I'll rake and hoe you down
Sex farm woman
Don't you see my silo risin' high

Working on a sex farm
Hosing down your barn door
Bothering your livestock
They know what I need

Working up a hot sweat
Crouchin' in your pea patch
Plowing through your beanfield
Planting my seed

Sex farm woman
I'll be your hired hand
Sex farm woman
I'll let my offer stand
Sex farm woman
Don't you feel my tractor rumbling by


Courting My Nymph

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure-dome erect.
If such pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Foxy Lady.
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.

A pond of waxing moon bathes your face, where thoughts serenely sweet express
And magnify 'Love is patient. It is kind.'
But I know romance is complex ceremony. (Ask my ex.)
But worry not. Turn off your mind, relax, and float into Pandora's box.

Waging imaginary war for you or wooing in fun anagram form,
For now I'm your frowning worn warrior
Who'd risk annoying you asking for your kiss,
Who'd marry, know, and mourn his poor nymph, forging rings of doom.

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