Farmyard Antics 66 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 66



I strolled into a farmyard
With nothing on my feet
To feel at one with nature
And to make my life complete
I'd always held the notion
This was the place that I should be
Until I trod in cow pats, and a pool of cattle pee.

Friday, April 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,funny,nonsense
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