Farmyard Antics 19 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 19



I strolled into a farmyard
and lay down in some hay
and then the farmer took his fork
and plunged it all the way
he stuck it in my derriere
and then he heard me shout
he hadn't expected that when he
turned all the hay about

Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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