Phil Soar

Gold Star - 52,518 Points (28.06.1952)

Farmyard Antics 9 - Poem by Phil Soar

I wandered past the fields of grain
My life would never be the same
I slipped on cow dung lying there
And both my legs flew in the air
I landed with a sudden thud
That hurt my back and chilled my blood
I lay there all manured and smelly
Deep in shit and on my belly
And when I raised my head up high
All I saw was cows and sky

Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 19, 2015

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