Farmyard Antics 72 Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
The air was full of mist
I wandered around for ages
I guess that I was pissed
I strode on legs of jelly
I fell into a stall
The horse looked up and kicked me hard
And I began to fall
I mumbled something angrily
In the hope I'd come around
But the world was spinning relentlessly
I didn't make a sound
I'd strolled into this farmyard
while I was three parts cut
I'd fallen by the wayside
And a Horse had kicked my butt!