Farmyard Antics 132 Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
As the working day began
When the farmer shouted over
And he asked me who I am
I made up quite a story
And made it seem the truth
That I had hopes to buy a farm
When I was in my youth
He took me to one side and then
He told me quite a tale
Of how he gets by every day
With a couple of kegs of ale
He did seem rather plastered
For this early time of day
And by the time he'd told his tale
I'd upped and ran away