Farmyard Antics 51 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 51



I strolled into a farmyard
Singing E.I.E.I.O
But it wasn't old Mcdonald
Who told me where to go!

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