Farmyard Antics 116 Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
Just as the day began
There was no-one there to greet me
Except for a very old man
He was standing in a field of sheep
Looking like he was asleep
He wasn't a scarecrow, although he was scary
And the sounds that he made were uncomplimentary
He told me go leg it, and get off his land
And was waving the tail of a cow in his hand
I thought how absurd was this scene on this day
But nevertheless thought that I'd run away