Farmyard Antics 70 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 70



I strolled into a farmyard
And there stood Farmer Jim
He was built like a brick out-house
There was no point in meeting him
He asked what I was doing
Did I know I was trespassing?
And then he knocked me to the floor
And kicked my ample ass in! .

Friday, April 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,funny,nonsense
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