Farmyard Antics 105 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 105



I strolled into a farmyard
The air was rank and smelly
The farmer was on strike you see
And sat watching the telly
Whilst animals all defecated
To their hearts delight
And by the time they'd finished
The yard was full of shite

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