Farmyard Antics 82 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 82



I strolled into a farmyard
My mind on other things
Like naked ladies dancing
as the cabaret begins
I couldn't take my mind off that
and as I was distracted
A cow left me a largish gift
All runny, but compacted

Thursday, June 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,funny
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