Farmyard Antics 21 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 21



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! .

Tuesday, January 12, 2016
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