Farmyard Antics 74 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 74



I strolled into a farmyard
While no-one else was there
The farmer's at the market
And his wife just doesn't care
She's naked in the bathroom
I can see her through the blinds
My thoughts are racing everywhere
And are of the dirty kind

Thursday, May 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,funny
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