Farmyard Antics 86 Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard unannounced
A dog was hidng there waiting to pounce
It chased me all around the bloody farm
Like it was herding sheep into a barn
It cornered me beside a random plough
I wondered what the hell would I do know
And then I thought of quite a little trick
I bent down and picked up a wooden stick
I threw it very hard across the yard
Knowing it could be my escape card
And yet the dog just stood there after all
How was I to know it just liked rubber balls?
I stood there, trapped and waited for relief
So that I might be saved from painful grief
And just as suddenly, the nightmare eased
The farmer came, the dog had got some fleas
And seeing his master armed with some flea stray
The bloody dog just turned and ran away