Phil Soar

Gold Star - 49,936 Points (28.06.1952)

Farmyard Antics 21 - Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
As high as a large kite
The drugs I took, left me in muck
And I gave the cows a fright
I danced around the barn a while
I was quite off my face
Until the farmer found me there
and threw me out the place! .

Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 12, 2016

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