Farmyard Antics 137 Poem by Phil Soar
Farmyard Antics 137
Rating: ★4.3
I strolled into a farmyard
At the start of a New Year
I looked around, but all I found
Was there was no-one here
They animals had partied
Until the break of day
And then the abattoir van arrived
And took them all away.
Sunday, January 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,silly
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5/4/2024 2:42:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I think you meant abattoir, a word I didn't know until now. You might try my Farm Animals limericks.