Farmyard Antics 159 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 159



I strolled into a farmyard
As the spring had just begun
The lambs were jumping in the air
I guess just having fun
They better make the most of life
Before it gets too late
For in a very short space of time
They'll be on a dinner plate

Monday, April 23, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,humour,life
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