Poem By Pickled Onion

There once was a farmer
who lived on a farm
and then he died of old age
Then the animals couldn't cope with the stress of loosing a loved one
so they all commited suicide in the oven.

Comments about Farmer

lol! ! this was soo funny :) well done! HBH
*Wiping away tears* Brilliant! ! ;)

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