Farmyard Antics 27 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 27



I strolled into a farmyard
My thoughts had turned to Lamb
And Steak and Pork and Chicken
That's the sort of bloke I am
I don't think I cold handle it
If I Owned all that meat
And taking them to slaughter
Wouldn't be quite up my street

Thursday, February 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fun,nonsense
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