Farmyard Antics 36 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 36



I strolled into a farmyard
The sheep were being penned
Dipped in disinfectant
Time and time again
They bleated their annoyance
All to no avail
They'd been locked up for ages
And soon it was about to end

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