Farmyard Antics 32 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 32



I strolled into a farmyard
A rooster made a crow
I chopped its bloody head off
So that no-one else would know

Friday, February 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,fun,nonsense
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