old poem

I was browsing some books of poetry yesterday in a Border's Book store when I stumbled on a poem that I had seen many years ago. The poem was annonymous, but the first time that I heard the poem years ago it was allegedly written by an old farm woman. I laughed out loud in the middle of Border's when I read it yesterday!!

Carnation milk is the best in the land.
I have a can right here in my hand.
No tits to pull. No hay to pitch.
Just punch a hole in the son of a bitch.