Phil Soar

Gold Star - 48,832 Points (28.06.1952)

Farmyard Antics 5 - Poem by Phil Soar

I wandered through the farmyard gate
Stopping at the cattle grid
Stepping carefully at first
Then rushing as the cows approached
Not relishing the thought of the stampede
And being crushed among the udders
Cows with milk just swishing round
And looking like they're nutters

Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense


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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 13, 2015



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