Farmyard Antics 31 Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
I was staggered by it's size
And all the piles of cow dung
And the many thousand flies
I thought that I could work there
And train as a farmhand
I went to see the farmer
But it didn't go as planned
He'd just delivered early Lambs
And was a little stressed
I asked him, 'Are there vacancies? '
Seems I was too well dressed
So I left there quite deflated
My clothes now stank of shit
My attempt at working on a farm
Has put me off a bit!