Farmyard Antics 166 Poem by Phil Soar
Farmyard Antics 166
I strolled into a farmyard
It was eerily ghost like
Not an animal in sight
Just a farmer on a bike
He rode into the distance
And as he sped away
He shouted "there's a virus here
You better run away! "
Monday, April 6, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: virus,humour
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