Farmyard Antics 38 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 38



I strolled into a framyard
Dyslexia was rooling
I felled a littel perplecksed by it
And fowned that i was droowling
After thurtee minittes
I'd lost my way and then
I warked a wile arownd the plaice
and strolled bak owt again

Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fun,nonsense
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