Farmyard Antics 55 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 55



I strolled into a farmyard during calving
The cows were late gestating, and were starving
And faced with lunch of hay and nothing more
They looked as if they all could eat the floor

Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,fun,nonsense
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