Farmyard Antics 155 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 155



I strolled into a farmyard
And heard a funny sound
A bull was being rampant
And was stomping on the ground
The cows were not accepting him
Just stood there eating grass
Feeling miffed he thought he'd take
His brother up the ass!

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