Farmyard Antics 42 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 42



I strolled into a farmyard
And all was quite insane
The cows had been imprisoned
In the depths of winter rain
They all looked utterly miserable
Just standing in their muck
It looked like they were bored to death
And couldn't give a f**k.

Friday, February 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,fun,nonsense
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