Farmyard Antics 4 Poem by Phil Soar
Farmyard Antics 4
I strolled into a farmyard
And the smell was rather rank
They kept the silage in the yard
In a great big dirty tank
And when they spread it on the land
You better block your nose
The smell will linger in the air
Until the produce grows
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