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Feb 01, 2009
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Ding dung
A city fellah, out one day, chanced upon a farm
Said “I think I’ll take a look, it can’t do any harm”
Saw the farmyard animals, thought how they looked cute
Then looking down he noticed something brown upon his suit
He caught up with the farmer and asked him to explain
About the muck on his new suit, and would it leave a stain
The farmer then reluctantly bent down to taste a bit
Confirming to the city boy the brown stuff wasn’t shit
“this ‘ere piece of brown stuff, I ‘ave upon my tongue
I can confirm and verify, isn’t shit, it’s dung
© 30-01-2009
— shazbat, Feb 01, 2009
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yenti
17 years 4 months ago
Shazbat
shazbat
17 years 4 months ago
Thanks for the comment Ian,
yenti
17 years 4 months ago
John
shazbat
17 years 4 months ago
Well isnt it a small world I