Farmyard Antics 160 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 160



I strolled into a farmyard
I wandered here and there
And as I took in the sights and sounds
I lost myself somewhere
I fell into a cesspit
As I tripped on something rotten
I smelled of shit, for a little bit
So my wandering was forgotten

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