Farmyard Antics 48 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 48



I strolled into a farmyard
To find it had such flare
Animals in herds and flocks
Just standing everywhere
The farmer had slept in this day
And none had got a clue
Where they should be standing
Or what they were supposed to do.

Friday, March 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,nonsense
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