Farmyard Antics 50 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 50



I strolled into a farmyard
The sheep had all been shorn
They once looked fair
But now they're bare
Just like when they were born

Sunday, March 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,funny,nonsense
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