Farmyard Antics 121 Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
And I felt a warming glow
I'd trod in something 'gooey'
And had nowhere else to go
I stood there, frozen on the spot
The 'goo' was all around
And then from somewhere in a barn
I heard a laughing sound
A sort of giggling moo-ing
I couldn't make it out
Until the farmer spoke to me
And then began to shout
' You're standing in a pile of muck
And I don't care a bit
My friend, you're really out of luck
And up to your knees in shit! '