Farmyard Antics 43 Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
There was a big affray
The geese had had their wings clipped
So they couldn't fly away
The bull was looking puzzled
As the farmer had him penned
He saw two bricks in the farmers hands
And he thought it was the end
So imagine the kerfuffle
When the farmer shut the gate
The cows began to laugh a lot
The Bull guessed it's his fate
The farmer then surprised him
By mixing up some mortar
Maybe the bull showed some relief
As the cows went off to slaughter