Farmyard Antics 53 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 53



I strolled into a farmyard
On a glorious summer day
I walked around the pens and sheds
Until I lost my way
I found myself surrounded
Like a George Orwell encounter
It left me quite dumbfounded
And I left there at a canter

Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,funny,nonsense
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