Farmyard Antics 133 Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
As a frost had chilled the air
I walked around the barn a while
Without a thought or care
And just as I felt right at home
There came a frightened shout
The farmer had got out of bed
And told me to get out
He said I was tresspassing
And was not welcome there
And then he set his dogs on me
I thought that wasn't fair
I left with teeth marks on my thigh
And a feeling or remorse
And just as I walked out the yard
Was kicked by an angry horse