Bovine Ailments

Bovine ailments make cows sad Diseases I have never had Dreams that cannot be fulfilled Stomachs, four, happiness, nil Soured milk from rotting udders Poorly calfs with fretting mothers Coughing, wheezing as they plod Where many a gangrenous hoof has trod In pastures green you ruminate Lamenting your uneven gait Too weak to really go the distance Requiring veterinary assistance Perpetual clouds in bovine skies Leave salty tears in Freisians’ eyes Time may heal, but it can’t take back The worms in your digestive tract Killing time is half the battle For disease inflicted cattle In the wake of wooden tongue And lumpy jaw, you stand undone Bovine ailments make cows die In peace at last, their carcasses lie Let fate release its tedious vultures To feast on victims of agriculture From parasitic infection released Now ambling in joy and peace On to cow heaven, single file Softly mooing, breaking a smile