Farmyard Antics 150 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 150



I strolled into a farmyard
An organic one at that
Where everything was Au natural
And the farmer was a prat
He strolled around stark naked
With his tackle all on show
And what he did in the barn at night
I really wouldn't know

Thursday, May 11, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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