Farmyard Antics 143 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 143



I strolled into a farmyard
My children came along
They seemed to be inquisitive
And asked, 'What is that pong? '
I said it was the 'country air'
And it made the sky turn blue
My youngest said 'That's funny dad'
Cos to me, it smells like poo! .

Wednesday, August 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: children,farm,humour
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