Farmyard Antics 62 Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
As the sun began to rise
The cockerel crowed
It had just snowed
The whiteness hurt my eyes
And laying in a corner
Wrapped up in sheepskin coats
Were a gaggle of hens
Out of their pens
And mixed in with some goats

I ambled through that farmyard
Amazed at what I saw
It should have been, a silly scene
But I'd been here before
They called the farm 'Asylum'
And I was now back home
In my hospital gown
I had to frown
As I wasn't on my own