Farmyard Antics 104 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 104



The farmyard was quiet
Like a graveyard, in fact
With sacks full of manure
All labelled and packed
Waiting collection
By gardening Connoisseurs
Who loved to immerse themselves
In farmyard manures

Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,funny
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