Farmyard Antics 29 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 29



I strolled into a farmyard
There was not a soul in sight
The farmer, Bill, had took a pill
And was on the go all night
He had a large erection
The sort that lasts a while
And when he re-appeared, his face
Was lit up with a smile

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