Farmyard Antics 165 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 165



I strolled into a farmyard
As the virus reached a peak
A rooster chased me far and wide
And pecked me with its beak
The hens all looked out at the scene
And laughed until they clucked
I think they thought it funny
That I was well and truly Fucked! .

Monday, April 6, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,humour
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