Farmyard Antics 141 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 141



I strolled into a farmyard
When no-one was around
I tried to steal some fresh laid eggs
Without making a sound
And then a cockerel saw me
And began to scream and shout
The hens joined in, with such a din
The farmer threw me out

Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,humour
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