Phil Soar

Gold Star - 51,423 Points (28.06.1952)

Farmyard Antics 15 - Poem by Phil Soar

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

Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 9, 2015

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