Sunday, 18 August 2013

Morning blog post

My weekend poem

Walking down to my instructor's house.
Eager to keep talking while she was, she decided to
End all of my fun
Killing my day she had one way to punish me
Enlightening me to pick up horse poo
Now after 2 hours of picking it up
Down went me into the wheel barrel fill of poo after slipping on horse flour

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