Farmyard Antics 129 Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
On the lookout for some drama
When from inside a cattle shed
There came a trainee farmer
He looked a little worried
As he ran across the yard
He never saw me standing there
As I held my business card
I shouted as he ran away
'I want to sell some sheep'
But he ran so far, sat in a car
And then he fell asleep
It seemed he'd worked all through the night
Delivering new born calves
And eating fresh bananas
That he'd neatly cut in halves