Farmyard Antics 12 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 12

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I strolled into a farmyard
When the cows were all asleep
The pigs had got insomnia
And lay there counting sheep
The time was almost midnight
I was a little pissed
I tried to have a toilet break
But squatted down and missed
The small deposit that I left
Was mixed in with manure
I think no-one had noticed
But I couldn't be quite sure

Thursday, November 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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