Farmyard Antics 103 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 103



I strolled into a farmyard
And there was no-one there
Just a herd of Friesian cows
All with a vacant stare
They looked a little anxious
They'd not been milked for weeks
And at their feet, the milk had seeped
There were puddles everywhere

Monday, July 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,funny
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