Farmyard Antics 88 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 88



I strolled into a farmyard
And all my troubles ceased
A bull astride reluctant cows
His sense of fun released
I watched him mate with all of them
A quite substantial herd
And when the task was over
He couldn't Moo a word

Saturday, July 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,funny
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