Farmyard Antics 91 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 91



The sheep had been shorn
One warm summer morn
Without coats they all looked distressed
Yet no-one was stressed
By the way they weren't dressed
And their 'bits' were on show for us all

Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,funny
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