Farmyard Antics 122 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 122

Rating: 4.5


I strolled into a farmyard
In the early morning mist
I fell into a pile of dung
As I was very pissed

Wednesday, November 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,funny
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Spock The Vegan 16 November 2016

You made me smile again, Phil. I remember those days walking in the corral.

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