Farmyard Antics 158 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 158

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I strolled into a farmyard
The place was in a mess
It made me think of landfill sites
I really must confess
The smell was really awful
The farmer was away
No-one was there to clean things up
Or tidy things away
So I put my boiler suit on
And picked up all that shit
And after when I ate my tea
It didn't smell a bit

Monday, April 9, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,humour
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