Walnut Celebration Poem by Anwer Ghani

I am a simple farmer from the South and when I bring walnuts to my house, I celebrate. At that time, our dick became more attractive, and our chicken wears a melodic dress. The small windows of our little house are also celebrating with us, and our throbbing cows are celebrating despite the difficulty of the celebration on her heavy thighs. At the walnut celebration, we make a round circle on the ground near our old fireplace and put all the nuts in the middle. At that time, you heard nothing but the celebrated nut, smiling with warm stories. Listen, you should do a walnut celebration on winter nights shortly after sunset as there is only a cool breeze and stillness of the night. Also, you must be a simple farmer from the south, just like me, to savor the delicious tidbits of the walnut celebration.