Phil Soar

Gold Star - 51,423 Points (28.06.1952)

Farmyard Antics 8 - Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
The air was thick with fog
I opened up the toilet door
The farmer's on the bog
I thought there was an awful smell
He said it was manure
I took a breath, collapsed, and said
'Manure? , are you sure? '

Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 18, 2015

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