Farmyard Antics 59 Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
And my world turned upside down
For their stood Farmer Giles
In a blue hospital gown
He'd left the town's asylum
Where he'd been since early May
And when I said 'Hello' to him
This is what he'd say:

'Cows and sheep and things that bleat
And things tractor related
Lambs and piglets in my stew
And paddocks that are gated
I've been a bloody farmer
Since I first turned Twenty Three
And now that I am Seventy
I've come home for my tea'

I ran out of that Farmyard
Being chased by Farmer Giles
And I ran at speed, down country roads
For miles and miles and miles.