Farmyard Antics 149 Poem by Phil Soar
Farmyard Antics 149
I strolled into a farmyard
Where I hadn't been for weeks
I tripped up on a cattle grid
And fell in a cows butt cheeks
My nose got full of cow dung
And much to my dismay
I smelt of something awful
That I could not wash away
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: cows,farm,humour
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4/26/2024 10:02:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Gosh dung Phil, this one smells, but it's entertaining...: -)