Farmyard Antics 87 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 87



I strolled into a farmyard
The cows all stood in rows
Waiting with their udders full
Under the farmers nose
There was a sense of urgency
They felt like they'd explode
And send a flood of mothers milk
Down by the farmyard road

Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: cows,farm,funny
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