Farmyard Antics 120 Poem by Phil Soar
Farmyard Antics 120
I strolled into a farmyard
At the age of Sixty three
I wondered if they had some eggs
That I could eat for tea
And as I wandered around the place
I couldn't see the hens
Just lots of Cows and sheep and Pigs
All gathered up in pens
So meat wasn't the problem
I could even choose my cut
And then from out of nowhere
A goat hit me in the butt
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: animals,farm,funny
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