Phil Soar

Gold Star - 48,545 Points (28.06.1952)

Farmyard Antics 22 - Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
At the dawn of a new day
The chickens and the many pigs
Had lots of things to say
Announcing my arrival
Was like a howling dirge
Starting as a gentle cluck
And building to a surge
And once the farmer spotted me
He chased me through the muck
I fell and was face down in it
And became rather stuck
He picked me up and led me off
Without a 'by your leave'
I went back home with a dirty face
And pig shit on my sleeve

Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 19, 2016



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