Phil Soar

Gold Star - 47,938 Points (28.06.1952)

Farmyard Antics 3 - Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
Just as milking had begun
Lots of cows with udders full
And standing round for fun
And when their teats connected
With the functioning machine
The relief on all their faces
Was there for all to see

Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense


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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 13, 2015



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