Farmyard Antics 97 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 97



I strolled into a farmyard
Gutted and dismayed
I hadn't had a decent egg
From all the ones the hens had laid
So I called them all together
And warned them what I'd do
If they laid another batch of eggs
Covered in all their poo! .

Tuesday, July 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,funny
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