Farmyard Antics 93 Poem by Phil Soar
Farmyard Antics 93
I strolled into a farmyard
The wind had blown a gale
The bales of hay, had blown away
The farmer looked quite pale
I suggested I might help him
He said he wondered how
I said, "Just sell your cattle
And I will be your cow
I once was ‘milked' for all my worth
And was a homeless person now"
The farmer thought about it
Declined my cry for help
He kicked me in my udder
And I gave out a yelp.
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