Farmyard Antics 156 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 156



I strolled into a farmyard
That seemed to lack panache
Loads of crap around the place
The business leaking cash
The animals were not aware
And yet the farmer smiled
After all, he loved his work
As all his troubles piled

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