Farmyard Antics 58 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 58



I strolled into a farmyard
No sign of man, nor beast
I guess they'd gone for slaughter
And we all can have a feast

Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,funny,nonsense
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