Farmyard Antics 44 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 44



I strolled into a farmyard
Just as the day began
A bull rushed at me angrily
I ran, and ran, and ran

Friday, March 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,fun,nonsense
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