Farmyard Antics 60 Poem by Phil Soar
Farmyard Antics 60
I strolled into a farmyard
When the night was turning cold
And everything was dark
And all the cows were looking old
Their udders full to bursting
They waited in a line
Until the farmer hooked them up
Just in the nick of time
If he was not proficient
And the master of his craft
The Milk may have got frozen
And that would have been plain daft
Monday, April 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,funny,nonsense
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