Farmyard Antics 41 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 41



I ran into a farmyard
Not like my usual stroll
I ran around like crazy
And then fell down a hole
I wasn't being careful
Did not notice the well
I must go back to strolling
Otherwise I'll fall to hell

Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,fun,nonsense
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