Farmyard Antics 118 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 118



I strolled into a farmyard, while the pigs were in a shed
When a bale of hay, left in the way, dropped upon my head
It knocked me into kingdom come, at least that's how it felt
And when I woke, I'd shit myself, at least that's how it smelt! .


(Could have been the pigs I guess)

Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,funny
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