Farmyard Antics 135 Poem by Phil Soar
Farmyard Antics 135
As I wandered past the farmyard gate
I wondered why the farmer's late
He usually opened up at dawn
It looked like he had up and gawn
Dyslexic as I thought I was
I couldn't fathom what it was
That led me past that gate today
When that poor sod was far away
Sunday, December 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,funny
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6/1/2024 1:45:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I hope you were a good Samaritan and closed the gate for him. :)