Farmyard Antics 15 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 15



I strolled into a farmyard
When the harvest was complete
The cows had left some messages
I trod in with my feet
So many 'Pat's' I stood in
Too many for my psyche
I wish I'd worn my wellington boots
Instead of shoes from Nike

Wednesday, December 9, 2015
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