Farmyard Antics 154 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 154



I strolled into a farmyard
My mind on other things
Like naked ladies dancing
As a cabaret begins
I couldn't get my mind off that
And as I was distracted
A cow left me a great big gift
All runny and compacted

Monday, August 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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