Phil Soar

Gold Star - 48,632 Points (28.06.1952)

Farmyard Antics 11 - Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
And I trod in some muck
In my new shoes
It gave me the blues
And a little bit of luck

Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 25, 2015



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