Farmyard Antics 46 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 46



I strolled into a farmyard
And walked up to a tractor
Forgetting it was harvest time
I fell in a compactor
It chewed me up in pieces
And churned me out in blocks
And all that there was left of me
Was a pair of tattered socks

Thursday, March 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,fun,nonsense
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success