Farmyard Antics 100 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 100

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I strolled into a farmyard
For the 100th time I guess
The farmer was in conference
With a maid who was undressed
I think he didn't see me
As I hid among the hay
So I watched this social intercourse
And then I ran away

Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,funny
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