Phil Soar

Gold Star - 48,632 Points (28.06.1952)

Farmyard Antics 12 - Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
When the cows were all asleep
The pigs had got insomnia
And lay there counting sheep
The time was almost midnight
I was a little pissed
I tried to have a toilet break
But squatted down and missed
The small deposit that I left
Was mixed in with manure
I think no-one had noticed
But I couldn't be quite sure

Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 26, 2015



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