Phil Soar

Gold Star - 50,198 Points (28.06.1952)

Farmyard Antics 14 - Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
Full of clucks and bleats
And lots of random Moo's and such
From cows whose udders leaked

Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2015

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