Farmyard Antics 148 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 148



I strolled into a farmyard
Having written several rhymes
Most of which are nonsense
And are twisted in my mind
And then I see a little lamb
And I feel like a winner
Then wonder how that lamb will taste
when he becomes my dinner!

Thursday, April 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,humour
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