Farmyard Antics 123 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 123

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I strolled into a farmyard
As the cockerel crowed out loud
They didn't like the look of me
I drew a rowdy crowd
Pushed around by friesians
Butted by the rams
Causing me a seizure
And cocking up my plans

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

I think you meant friesians, a term unknown to me before. Holsteins I know very well. Good poem.

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