Farmyard Antics 49 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 49



I strolled into a farmyard
Where the smell of poo was strong
I trod in it
And in a bit
I didn't stay too long

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