Farmyard Antics 83 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 83



I strolled into a farmyard
And heard a funny sound
A bull was really rampant
And was stomping on the ground
The cows were not accepting him
Just stood there eating grass
Feeling miffed, he thought he would
Take his brother up the arse!

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