Farmyard Antics 39 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 39



I strolled into a farmyard
where the air was thick with muck
I fell into a silo
which was just my blooming luck
I climbed out feeling stupid
and dripped from head to toe
I strolled out of that farmyard
but had nowhere else to go



I lived there.

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