Farmyard Antics 33 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 33



I strolled into a farmyard
At the age of sixty three
I found a herd of heffers
Looking very strange to me
Their udders hung like space hoppers
About to burst their seams
And as I watched they blew apart
And all I could do was scream

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