Farmyard Antics 3 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 3



I strolled into a farmyard
Just as milking had begun
Lots of cows with udders full
And standing round for fun
And when their teats connected
With the functioning machine
The relief on all their faces
Was there for all to see

Friday, November 13, 2015
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