Farmyard Antics 169 Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
While people all dropped dead
A virus had enevloped them
There's nothing here but dread
The yard was full of cow shit
The barns were full of hay
With no-one there to feed the cows
They would all pass away
The sheep would fare no better
They stood there eating grass
Shitting like they'd lost their minds
With flies all around their ass
The pigs would maybe save themselves
They will eating anything you see
So maybe they'll eat beef and lamb
Because soon it will all be free