Farmyard Antics 89 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 89



I strolled into a farmyard
Free range hens all clucked
The farmer was exhausted
His work had left him tired! ..

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