Farmyard Antics 164 Poem by Phil Soar
Farmyard Antics 164
I strolled into a farmyard
Where there'd been mad cow disease
And all the health inspectors
Said "It's not a sight to please"
The farmer lost his appetite
For meat and all things cattle
He knew he'd lose a herd or two
And thereby one more battle
He said "I'll just farm Llamas"
Just like his uncle Pete
Then shat in his Pyjamas
And it trickled to his feet
Nerves do that.
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