It seems as though some farmer is having a bit of a joke - pretty much everywhere my eyes look I see the stuff...
I have written a poen to explain my plight:
Tis yellow in colour and stinky of smell...
You find it in fields and bouquets in hell...
The crop that I speak of is surrounding my pad...
This Oil Seed Rape...drives me stark raving mad...
I hope you like it - it took me quite soom time to find those rhymes
Here is a picture of my plight:
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