Farmyard Antics 130 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 130



I watched him milk the cattle
Through a telescopic lens
I sent him all my photographs
To drive him around the bend
He'd sacked me as his farmyard hand
And I thought I'd turn him in
For milking cows in secret
With a stupid silly grin.

Thursday, November 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense,silly
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