Farmyard Antics 131 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 131



We strolled into a farmyard
My wife and I and kids
Just to see how farming worked
And what the farmer did
And much to our amazement
After watching him perform
We went back home, and sat alone
And ate a bag of corn

Thursday, November 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: silly,nonsense
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