Hi Guys
Today I’m going to share a poem I wrote while I was in Cornwall. Enjoy.
Cornwall
White windmills as sharp as blades
The smell of dung stings my nose
Like a bee
On the road every day, passing
Fields of every shade of
Green and Yellow
It looks as though big giant forks were used to rake the fields
Leaving beautiful, straight lines
Now sheep, cows, and horses
Live there in paradise
With an all you can eat buffet of grass
They kill our noses with their mighty poo
Eating out every day
Too many burgers every day
If we eat anymore
We may turn into burger buns
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