That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for October 13, 2021

Some men go for a firm upper thigh, / or big butts, or long legs catch their eye. / And there also are mugs / who are suckers for jugs. / As for him, he’s a jugular guy!

It was hay rolling time!

Everyone get your minds out of the gutter. He just saw a mosquito on her neck. (The roll in the hay came later.)

Nah, it’s not a vampire – it’s a two-backed beast

Johan, sexually harassing the farm girls again.

The young lady was lissome and lithe, / and he nuzzled her clutching his scythe. / She was willing, and yet / his sharp tool implied threat. / Later on, on the hay, they would writhe.

She could tell at the moment he bit her, / that Ed was an unnatural critter. / He was having his fun / with her, out in the sun, / and his flesh seemed all covered with glitter.

Making the set for the movie The Wicker Man.

Henri certainly knew how to neck and was drawn to the sweet Coquette. Impassioned, he invited her for a hay ride, but afterwards, with the heat and the thrashing on the threshing floor done, both had balled but now bailed back to work!.

Lucie wished that she could have a nickel / for each farm boy who claimed she was fickle. / She held out for a man / with a scythe that could span / further than any short-handled sickle.

He was out standing in his field until she came along!

Oh Sven! Das nicht vot I meant, rolling in das hay.

He thought it would be all right/ if he just dropped by for a bite/ and perhaps it might/ if she hadn’t been quite/ upset by their recent fight../// but she didn’t react with delight/ but rather responded in fright/ and, aware of her plight/ and with no help in sight/ she decided to stand and fight../// a sturdy lass (she was no “spright” !)/ with a backlog of fury and spite/ she landed a “right”/ that turned out his light./ His funeral’s Saturday night.

Desire among the sheaves/ agricultural boredom relieves/ but it slows to a trickle/ when you sit on your sickle. / Desire gets up then, and leaves.

Jake literally got horny at the drop of a hat.

And then was born that well known phrase “a roll in the hay”

l’amour aux champs, or, damn, i wish i hadn’t superglued this shovel to my hand…

Wasn’t this a movie poster for “Straw Dogs”?

Hey baby, I’ve got a really great FICO score.

Tout de suite….too sweet!

I stoop for those who stook!

Jack, on his lunch break indulged in some tequila, what he needs now is some salt, and he knows where to get some.

After this kiss of your neck, I will lower my lips!

“Johann, I don’t care what odds you think you have of making it into the WWE, this is not the place to practice your signature wrestling moves!”

A noble knight there was indeed/He mounted on his milkwhite steed/He rode, he rode himself alone,/Until he came to lovely Joan.“Oh don’t you think those pooks of hay/A pretty place for us to play?/So come with me like a sweet young thing/And I’ll give you my golden ring.”“Give me that ring into my hand/And I will neither stay nor stand,/For this would do more good to me/Than twenty maidenheads,” said she.

And as he made for the pooks of hay/She lept on his horse and rode away/The lovely Joan no more was seen,/She’s left him to rage on the village green

Han’s haying hickey had Helga hot and hoping.

“I SAID, TAKE A BREAK AND GO GET YOUR HEARING AIDS!!!”

Get a room!

“You’re a-rollin’ the hay? Just what I want!”

Shocking feed. Hot, dusty, itchy and sweaty. Boy, is she titillated.

Love in the Fields: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Andr%C3%A9_Brouillet_-_Love_in_the_Fields.jpg 

(best viewed with Google Chrome, which can automatically translate most webpages as necessary) has info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image at 

http://thatispriceless.blogspot.com/2021/10/masterpiece-2808.html 

I have added a comment there (awaiting Mr. Melcher’s approval) pointing to the artist info I used to point to here. First work by this artist used here.

Young Abner’s a bit of a beast, and Griselda’s a “movable feast”./ If she shows some defiance /it’s a true “clash of giants”!/ Quick ! Somebody call a priest !

or the wife needing a well deserved appreciation gesture…….

Her beau would never dismay / their noon-time roll in the hay / but he should have looked twice / in the field there was lice / then they had an itch all day.

They’re supposed to be rolling IN the hay. Not rolling ON the rolled hay.

His attempts at seducing her failed. / (On his scythe he was nearly impaled!) / After trying all day / for a roll in the hay, / he gave up when the baling girl bailed.

Dracula loved his new hours, though chances of capture were high.

And Grisolda played along gamely, right up to her timely demise.

The poor girl showed that necking, when there is hay to be made,

can take you right off the old payroll, unless the roll was prepaid.

Just a little nip to tide him over…

“Mmmmm. You’ve been shoveling manure again, haven’t you?”

Joe Biden is trés debonaire.

He do what he want, he don’t care.

He travel to France

on the off chance

of sniffing some pretty girl’s hair.

we are many miles from town, no one will se us, or do you want to go home and bake bread

Last effort: Young Amos was clearly besotted/ with her arteries (splendid, carotid)/- but his bite was too deep/ and instead of a seep/ she succumbed, for her blood never clotted…

After the concert, he came down from the rocks to show his appreciation. He whispered to her “Some dude gave me some fire – want to see?”.

“Somethin’ in the hay she moves, tells me I don’t want no other lover…”