Farmyard Antics 98 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 98



I hung around the farmyard
Waiting for the day to break
Listening for that Roosters crow
That would keep us all awake
So when I didn't hear it
I assumed it was still night
Went back to bed, and slept instead
And thought that was alright
The farmer didn't quite agree
And sacked me on the spot
For sleeping in the daytime
When I should have not

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