Phil Soar

Gold Star - 48,920 Points (28.06.1952)

Farmyard Antics 24 - Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
And much to my despair
There was some foot and mouth disease
And there was no-one there

Topic(s) of this poem: fun, nonsense


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 28, 2016



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